Don't Make A Sound

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Isabella's POV:

"My friend, Emilio had spray painted the word 'rapist' on his locker. They were all so angry he did that to me. They were just being protective friends." I explained,

"I went home early and when my mom saw my face she got so worried. Ana and I both told her what happened. She wanted to press charges and we did. In between court dates, Caleb's mom got sicker. And once the judge wanted to put him on the sex offender list, he..." I paused not wanting to remember,

"He-He stabbed himself with a big kitchen knife. He had bled out before his dad found him. Caleb's dad is Jacob Alexander. After Caleb died, Jacob went crazy. He started losing his mind and blamed all of us. Me the most. One by one, he began killing us all with the same knife Caleb used on himself. Starting with Jake and it was supposed to end with me. Each one was a round to his game. That's what he called it as he toyed with us and every single round, we lost."

I looked down feeling guilt pile on me.

"Jake for throwing him in the hallway, Ben for punching him, Ryan for screaming at him, Lena and Ana for throwing their drinks at him. My mother for pressing charges, Emilio for spray painting his locker. It was until he played a round with Jane, I unexpectedly came over and he wasn't prepared for it. Hearing my voice, he lost it. Killed Ana when I found Jane and then came after me." I looked down,

I looked at Adrian as he stared at me with tears still in his eyes. He deserved the truth, especially now that he's in danger. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"When he did, I fought...I shot him." I concluded,

I carefully stood up with my back facing him.

This is it, no one has ever seen them before. Not even my dad nor Seth.

I took off my shirt that was still damp and sticking to my skin. Then I pulled up my pant leg.

I may not remember what they look like but I memorized the count. Four on my back from a round with Ben, one on my hip from being stabbed, one on my forearm and leg from being cut, three on my forehead, and finally a total of fourteen little ones all over my other arm from glass.

I didn't look but turned around toward Adrian to see his appalled expression as he examined each one.

"I thought I killed him, but he's here now and he wants to finish what he started. Seth was only the beginning." I explained,

He slowly got up and took a step toward me. Looking at my scars he gently ran his fingers down my arm to feel them.

I squeezed my eyes shut as tears fell. I felt so vulnerable, so fragile. One wrong move and I feel as if I'll shatter. I'm so scared. And I feel like Adrian is the only one I can talk to. 'Cause I know if I don't, I'll end up in the same state I was a year ago.

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I was dreading going back to school, it's been days and I got no phone calls from Jacob.

I knew better than to get rid of the phone. I knew the consequences. Adrian had not left my side once, refusing to leave me on my own.

Our friends had tried to come over and talk to me but I wanted to be alone. Talking about it only reminded me how real this all is. Besides, my story went worldwide.

What happened in Riverside and here was no longer contained and people all over the united states knew my past now. But also what this meant for the future and I know people will be scared of me.

I got dressed and put extra makeup on to hide my exhaustion. Staring in the mirror, I felt like I wasn't even looking at me. I felt so empty.

"Come on, I'll be with you the whole time." Adrian said softly as he came up behind me,