The Outcast

Chapter 16

The week went by faster than I thought. Next thing you know I was back home unpacking all my clothes. I had a really nice time with my grandparents and I got to study in peace.

I just realised that I haven't replied to James nor Charles for the past week. They really needed to give me some air man. I decided to reply today.

Charles first.

"Hey Charles, I'm back home. How are you?"

Seen:12:45pm

No reply, okay.

Let me text James.

"Hey James."

"Hey Agnes. Are you back?"

How come he did not say Aggy? Weird. But of course James would reply. He's not the one I want to talk to though. Ugh.

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Charles' POV

Damn Agnes. Why did you have to text right now. I hope you don't come over to my house, to check on me. I really hope you're not a nosy bitch because I'll probably have to kill you.

Blood was splattered every where. I'll just have to cut him up into small pieces and bury him. His screams are plastered into my head.

So sorry no one heard him. Now I have Agnes to myself. No one could get in the way. No one. The images of him pleading for his life before I slit his throat played over and over in my head. I smiled at the thought. No. Stop it. Charles you aren't crazy. You aren't going back to that horrible place.

I began to scream and yank my hair, hard. I then crawled up into a corner with my knees between my hands and trembled.

"Fuck," I yelled.

"Why the fuck did you have to come here?"

Now you're de-

I was cut off by my mother calling, "Charles are you in the basement? What's going on down there?"

"Nothing mom, just my video game it's driving me mad."

Shit, I hope she isn't coming down here. She'd send me back to that facility and I don't want to go back there, ever.

"Okay, but hurry and come up from there, there's someone here to you."

Someone? To me? Damn it Agnes. I hope it isn't you. Now I have to take a shower to wash off that death scent.

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Why is he taking so long? I asked myself. Does he not want to see me? First of all I don't know why I took it upon myself to come across here without giving him a heads up. I hope he doesn't think that I'm crazy or anything. After about what seemed like 10 minutes of his mom and I talking about school and food, he finally walked into the living room. His hair all wet. Yum. He looked so sexy. Damn, with them sweat pants on, bareback. Damn. Hold it together Agnes. Hold it together.

"Hello Agnes." He then looked over to his mother, " Um mother can you give us a bit of privacy?"

"Oh yes, sure honey." She smiled and hastily got up to go.

He did not say a word until he knew she went up to her bedroom or something. He only began to speak when he heard a door upstairs close.

"Hello again," He awkwardly smiled.

"What brings you here?"

Huh. I already feel like shit. If I mention that I came because he did not reply, I might sound desperate.

"Oh, well um, I, I just wanted to drop by to say hello and that I was back," I lied.

"Really?" He smirked.

Really what? I feel really uncomfortable. I think he noticed.

He changed the subject, "So how was your little vacation?"

"Well it was really good."

I know you missed me bitch, just say it. My subconscious adds. If she does not shut up.

It was almost as if he heard my self to self conversation. As he said the words,
" I missed you." My breathing increased.

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I was about to leave when he pulled me in for a hug, and whispered into my ear, "Goodbye beautiful."

My heart. My soul. His breath was so hot it made me melt.

Then I saw what looked like a little splash of blood on his neck but I was too high on him to even bother asking what it was. He probably killed a chicken or something. Who knows? Who cares?

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