Chasing for Answers

Chasing for Answers (Chap. 8)

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8. Ignoring the Fear

God, was I tired!

Not to mention creeped out. Knowing that Dixon might have been the one who killed Cassandra and tried to get me made working with him a lot harder. But it also made my fear partially real.

We started with the scene that had Dixon coming after me for real, meaning that he actually tried to break into Leah's house and kill her because of the information she holds.

The scene begins with Keith and Leah talking at her house in the kitchen. Well, not exactly talking, but it does happen.

Tyson pulled out of the kiss to "catch his breath."

"I need to go to the police soon," I said.

Tyson laughed once and dropped his hands from my face, then leaning on the prop counter. "You really know how to break a mood," he said his line.

I half smiled. "Sorry, but it can wait," I offered.

He smiled back. "Are you sure?" He said it mockingly.

I nodded. "Yeah." I walked over to him and gave him a small kiss. When we heard a car engine, we separated.

"Who's visiting me?" I asked.

"Let's find out," Tyson replied.

We walked into the hallway, and outside I saw Dixon walking towards the house, but to the cameras it would just be a dark figure.

Cue the creepy music.

"I can't tell who it is," Tyson said, walking closer to the door. "How about you?"

At this point in time, Leah was supposed to be suspicious.

"Keith," I said. "Let's just go back into the kitchen." I half turned without removing my gaze from the door and started to push blindly at Tyson's chest. But he wouldn't budge.

"Why? You're gonna have to answer the door anyway."

There was a knock, and Tyson looked out the peephole, just like the script said.

"Keith, no, seriously, get away fr-"

A gunshot sounded from the soundboard. And with the use of a little fake blood bag, it made it seem as though Tyson had been shot in the middle of the forehead.

"No!" I shouted as Tyson fell to the floor. Dead. I ran to his side, kneeling beside him. I forced tears to come and bent over his chest. That wasn't too hard to do. All I had to do was think that Tyson was literally dead.

"Oh god, Keith," I sobbed into his shirt. "This didn't happen. It couldn't have." I sat up and held his head in my lap. "I love you, Keith. No." I gently kissed his lips.

Footsteps sounded right outside the door.

I gasped and quickly scrambled to my feet, wiping away my tears. I ran for the kitchen and blocked myself from view of the door just as it opened.

"Where are you, you bitch!" Dixon shouted.

God, he was really too good at playing a serial killer. Too too good.

When he entered the kitchen, I was searching for the cell phone that Leah would use to dial the police. I looked up at him in shock.

"Here you are," he said innocently, while raising the gun.