the fox

chapter 4

After we eat, Amelia takes my dishes, and I quickly go up the stairs. I put my jacket and shoes on. "I'm just going for a quick walk, to burn off calories before desert. Is that ok?" I call out.

"Yeah sure hun. I'll be just putting my banoffee pie pastry into the oven. Don't be too long ok?" Amelia calls back out to me.

"I won't." And off I went.

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You see, this next step is so I won't get caught. Thank god the bins are out, because this will make my job simpler. I told the truth, I am going for a quick walk, but on the way, about four houses down, I put the small, empty bottle in the bin carefully, so you can't see it if you were to open and close it. I really hope my plan works.

Coming home 10 minutes later, Amelia greets me to the door.

"David!" she says, sten look on her face. Oh no, has she found out?

"Um, yeah?"

"It's your Aunt! She is disappointed in you."

"Um, why?" I was so nervous that I was going to get caught.

"You promised to ring her since last night, the night of the wedding! And you haven't! Naughty boy!"

"Oops, sorry about that. I'll take that!" Taking the phone off her. I walk into the bedroom.

"Don't forget to ask her for a stay!" Amelia calls out behind me.

"I won't!" I call back out. "Hello?" I ask, now on the phone. It was Shirley. Said I forgot my gifts. Said to pick it up tomorrow. Asked if the plan had worked.

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Later tonight, I was expecting death. Drew said that around midnight it will work it's magic. It didn't. I was furious. So angry. I stayed up all night. When things don't work out for me, there are consequences. So the next day I went over to his house, with a butcher's knife. I press the doorbell, the knife in my jacket discreetly. Drew answers. Thank god Shirley isn't home. When Shirley answers, she's home. When she doesn't, she's not.

"YOU SAID IT WOULD WORK!" I yell. "IT DIDN'T!"

"Sorry dude, calm down! I've got more! I'll give you triple dose if you want." Drew explains, cool and calm.

"Fine. Go and get it." After he walks five metres into his house, I follow him. When he gets to a room stored with all his drugs, I take out my knife, and stab him. He falls to the ground, blood oozing out from behind. Where he was about to grab, I grab three lots. I hide them in my jacket. I then go and get a stash of baby wipes, wiping the DNA off the knife and shelf holding the death liquids. I then get his old stuffed teddy bear and wipe my DNA off with that too. I then sit the bear so as though he killed Drew. I run off, one arm crossing my chest holding the bottles, the other holding the wipes. I open a  bin three doors down from Drew's place, and chuck it in there. I keep running until I get home. When I do, I pack a bag, hiding those three bottles in it.

A/N: Hope your enjoying the story!! Once again, short chapter. I do apologise for that. I just don't want my story to drag on. Please comment if you think I could make an improvement. Thanks!