I have to find him. I start to leave, but then I realize I'm still caked in blood. I know there is a large stream not too far from here, so I head that way. My hands are shaking despite me trying to make them stop. My breathing is hard.
I am very paranoid, and I keep glancing around until I get to the woods. I hear the soft sounds of the birds, the large stream rushing by. I stop at the stream and take out some clean clothes, and I take off mine.
I keep my bra, and the shorts I wear under my pants on. I wash my face and hair to make sure all the blood is gone. I gently wash my knife, and then I put the clean clothes on. I put my bloody clothes into a grocery bag and put it into my baggy.
I sigh, and start to walk back out of the woods, upset I have to leave. When I walk out, the hard cold truth hits me like a slap in the face. I see all the bodies of the boys I killed.
They deserved it. At least that's what I keep telling myself.
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The Alley
---I walk into the alley, and Ezra greets me, with a wink. I give him a small smile. He starts to say something, but I cut him off. "How do you hide seven bodies?"
He looks shocked, and he grabs my shoulders. "Jessica, what did you do?" The group stares at me. I get nervous, "I-I killed them...all." They all smile, but Ezra. Ezra just leans in and kisses me. It's soft and nervous. It's very quick because he pulls away. He shakes his head, "I don't know why I did that."
"It's okay"
He looks at me, his eyes filled with worry. I smile gently at him. He snaps, and looks at his group, "We need seven holes, stat!"
Ezra looks at me, "Did you leave any traces that you were there?" I shook my head, and pull out my knife, "This is what I used, and the gun I stole from him," I point at the boy, "You guys use gloves when loading right?"
Ezra nods, "Okay, good, we can just leave them for the police to find." I shake my head, "It'll take too long, I have an idea."
I whisper into his ear, "I'll call the police, and report a crime." Ezra smiles and nods, "Brilliant."
I smile and grab my phone, but Ezra takes it, "Don't use yours, use a burner phone." He hands me one, and I dial 9-1-1.
"Hello, I would like to report a crime."
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Later///sunset
---I look at the News, on my phone and read to Ezra "Mass killer kills 7 boys, known as the Crips gang. Is this good or bad?"
Ezra laughs, "For me, it's good." I smile and look around his living room. Ezra is letting me stay here for as long as I need.
"You can sleep in my room." He states. I look at him, "Where will you sleep?" I ask. He shrugs, "The couch?" I nod.
I bring my bag into his room and take a look. He has posters of cars and the Avengers. Normal teenager.
His bedspread and sheets are grey, with blue pillows. I sit on his bed, setting my yellow bag next to the bed.
His bed is comforting. It smells like mint and citrus, all around his room. I love it here. He walks in and smiles at me, "Do you like it?" I give him a crooked smile, "Yes."
He picks up some stuff on the floor and puts it on his large wood dresser. He looks at me and just stares as if he's trying to read me.
I'm pretty hard to read, I've learned how to be emotionless, but that's not me, now. I feel scared and worried, there is also this feeling that I'm not sure of.
It's a feeling of wanting more, but I'm sure what I want more of.
Ezra pulls me out of my thoughts, "Jessica? Helloo?" I shake my head, "S-sorry." I stutter. He just laughs, "It's okay. You tired?" I nod.
"Go to sleep, I'll make breakfast." He says.
I look at him in the eyes and whisper, "Don't move." I get up from the bed and slowly lean in, and I press my lips against his. The kiss is soft and delicate.
His arms move around my waist, gently, as if one wrong move would scare me away. I move my arms around his neck. He backs away slowly, and whispers, "Get some sleep, Jess." and walks away.
He shuts the door and I crawl into bed, not even bothering with pajamas. I close my eyes and smile as I fall to sleep. Something I haven't done in years.
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Dressed To Slaughter
Misteri / Thriller"They will all pay," Jess says. Jessica Reed, a 16-year-old, fiesty lil beast. Her best friend gets shot, and she takes it into her own hands to get justice. After taking down the boy that killed him, she took a liking to kill. She becomes a mass...