Tate Langdon.
Ally White. The girl who hurt my love.
I packed my axe, knife, gasoline and matches.
I snuck out so Carter wouldn't know what I was doing, I closed her bedroom door quietly. I creeped downstairs and outside.
I had to go to 14 Cherryfield Lane, top left window. That was Ally's bedroom. I threw my back on the shelter roof and climbed up, steadily.
"Left window." I whispered to myself.
Luckily her window was open a little, her light was on, I peered through to see she had headphones on, I opened the window silently and placed my bag on the floor.
I jumped through the window and stepped onto the floor. Relief washed over as me when she hadn't turned around. I unzipped my bag of weapons and took out my stuff.
I held the knife in my hand, gripping onto it tightly, I paused the Music on her iPod and she took off her headphones.
"Dad what do you wa-."
"Hi, Ally." I smiled.
"Wh-who are you?" She stuttered, she backed away slowly but I caught her and covered her mouth with my pale hand.
"You hurt Carter Bridge." My teeth where gritted, thinking of what she did to her.
She muffled something but I didn't care what she had to say. I stuck the knife into her stomach and her muffles became louder and louder.
My hand was still covering her face as I took out the axe, I held it to her side and tapped it like a golf club, she tried moving it away from her but before she could I slammed the axe across her sides making her body split. I let go of her mouth, she just starred at me before her body slowly parted and her intentioned where spilling out along with foul smelling blood.
"I hope you enjoy hell." I said before pouring the gasoline over her and lighting my match. I stood on the window ledge and threw the match on the girl, making huge flames flash up and burn her, I watched the flames get bigger until the fire alarm was beeping loudly, that's when I ran, ran back to Carter.
I slipped into bed with her and covered up both up, she turned around to face me.
"Where was you?" She asked.
"I um, I needed some water." I lied.
"Tate, why is there blood on your face? And on your shirt!" She yelled.
"C-Carter! It's just paint!" I lied again.
"Stop lying! It hurts that you think I'm stupid enough to believe a pity fucking lie!" I cried.
"I-I'm sor-."
"Who's blood is it?"
"Does it matter?" I sighed.
"Yes! Yes it fucking does matter!" She whispered really loudly. I knew she wanted to scream, but she just didn't have the energy.
"A-Ally's." I sniffed, wiping a tear from cheek.
"Ally Whites?" She froze.
I nodded in response.
"Get out." She pointed to the door.
"No, Carter ple-."
"GO AWAY, TATE!" She screamed.
"CARTER NO! STOP IT!" I screamed back.
"I SAID, GO AWAY!" She yelled so loudly.
Then I disappeared. I ended up back home.
Back in Carter's basement.
