Slumber Party Horrors

Time to Make the Call (Part 9)

It had been some time since Pomegranate had ditched the Marque household. Sam was unsure of how long it had been, but it was long enough for her to crawl her way to the front door with a broken foot. How she did this was beyond her, but it took all her strength to make it happen.

Pomegranate had left no trace of herself in the home, just in case anyone had managed to call the police. She was a sly psychopath. She would not put herself at risk to get caught by the law for attempting to commit murder. 

Pomegranate had said nothing and was actually relieved, when she stumbled over the dead body of Stona. In her mind, she had found Stona's death to be exactly what Stona deserved. "Good guys never win in the end," she whispered to herself as she craftily maneuvered her way around Stona's corpse, careful not to leave a single trace of herself on the crime scene. She wouldn't want to get charged for killing Stona. It would be a waste of time, as much as she hated the girl. However, being charged with attempting to kill Sam and Samuel was a different thing. How ironic, speaking that Stona had basically become the thing Pomegranate hated the most. The hate she had for Stona was more profound than her hate for Samuel, but she already had enough psychotic work cut out for her. Her psychotic hunger for murder and infliction of pain was satisfied enough by making Sam shatter her foot from the fall, and turning Samuel into a crippled, paralyzed vegetable for the rest of his life. Her psychotic demeanor justified these unlawful actions by the things that they had "done" as valid enough to inflict pain and suffering.

Stona had flopped face-down on the front porch of the Marque household. It was miraculous that no one had noticed a thing, yet again, it was early morning and the large hedges around the front of the Marque's vast front lawn prevented anyone from seeing the corpse. However, it was a mystery how no one could have at least heard the echoes of screaming and yelling coming from the property. The house was surrounded by homes from every side, besides the backyard-the property went on for miles, opening up to a lake and some woods.

Sam could feel that something was wrong when she inched her way to the front door of the house. She propped herself up on her knees, and her fingers whispered against the door knob as she opened it. With a weak pull, the large oak door gave a screech, and the cool summer air drifted in, whispering her wavy blue hair back.

In the dim light that had now come on, on the front cement walk-in, Sam could now see the corpse of her true best friend, Stona Mila. Her scarlett hair was sticky with blood. The puddle of blood that had leaked out from her tiny chest was now darkened a plum purple. The cool night air had coagulated and dried it up. Sam was tempted to flip Stona over to see her face, but she knew better than that to mess with the crime scene. If she touched the body, there was no doubt that she would plant her DNA on the corpse, and make herself out to be the murderer. Instead, she kneel by the body, her mouth agape in disbelief.

"Stona..." she whimpered into the early morning hours.

As she gazed at the corpse of her best friend, tears shed from her brown eyes.

Sam was trapped in a nightmare she thought would never come true. She thought she saw enough horrors for her lifetime. With coming home to her father's mutilated corpse after a night out with her mom and brother, she thought nothing could be worse than that night. She was wrong.

In her heart, she felt needles stabbing at her soul. She hoped, she prayed that no other scenario close to the night her father was murdered, would ever come into her life again. 

Despite the most sorrowful feeling being endured in her conscious again, she knew that she had to do something. She couldn't let neither Pomegranate, or this other killer get a strike at free reign to go strike havoc and destroy or take more innocent lies.

With the thought of saving her brother's life, and bringing justice to Stona, she turned around and slugged her way back into the house.

It was time for her to make the call. 

(A/N: I apologize for this chapter being so short. I plan on making the final chapter the longest of them all, so this story can end on an interesting note. I may make a sequel to this story, which follows up the investigation and trial of both antagonists, in which Stona receives justice for her murder, and Sam and Samuel can finally live their lives knowing Pomegranate is behind bars; although their lives will never be the same. (Not that it was in the first place.) If you are enjoying the story, please leave a vote on any chapter, and don't forget to comment!) Thank you!

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