The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Fourteen

Song of the chapter is Banks' 'Begging for Thread'

Photo is of Uma Thurman who plays Khloe's mum

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Looking back on the night where Tyler and I seemed to rekindle whatever it was we had together, I see now that after that point there was no going back. That event set the wheels in motion and the result was my death. There's no doubt in my mind that says I deserved to die because I didn't.

I will be the first to admit that I was a bitch, but at the same time, I could have been worse. Another factor is the way other people, in particular Mackenzie, treated me. I was a damn scapegoat.

After Tyler left to go search for his friend's dog in his reasonably big garden, I was left alone in the kitchen. I stood a little away from the kitchen table just looking around. It was scary how familiar everything was, it was a good scary though. It was comforting. I even had a feeling that all the glasses would be in the same place as they were when I was welcome in the house. I went toward it and was happy to find I was right. I took one of the shelf and walked towards the sink in order to get a glass of water.

Making out was a thirsty business you know.

As I stood at the sink, running the cold tap to ensure the water was ice cold, I looked up and out of the big clear window out into the darkness to see if I could catch a glimpse of Tyler or the dog. I did glimpse something, a pair of eyes, only visible because of the whites being so clear.

  "Tyler!" I shouted, "You scared me!" I said while laughing at the figure in the window.

  "How?" he asked from somewhere beside me.

It was his response which caused fear and panic to shoot throughout my body. If Tyler was in the kitchen, who was looking straight at me through the window?

  "Ty!" I shouted, alarming not only Tyler but also the figure in the window. They ran off and I made a move to follow them.

  "Khloe!" Tyler shouted from behind me, "What are you doing?"

I ignored him and opened the back door, not really paying any attention to whether it closed properly behind me or not. I sprinted in the direction of whoever it was that had been looking at me through the window and I'm not really sure why I cared so much. Sure it was creepy, but wouldn't the safest thing have been to stay inside?

Just as I was about to stop running, I heard a voice from the darkness say my name.

  "Tut, tut, Khloe, surely you know better than to run out after strangers?" they asked, stopping me in my tracks.

  "Well maybe I wouldn't have to if people wouldn't invade my privacy," I breathlessly retorted.

The person laughed, but the voice didn't come from the same place again. The person was moving and they sounded closer.

It was too dark for me to be able to see anything and the poor visibility was what made the situation ever more terrifying and dramatic. I listened closely hoping to hear something that I might be able to pinpoint their location.

   "There's no point in trying to find me out here Khloe," they said, obviously sensing my search.

  "Who are you?" was all I asked, hoping for a straightforward response.

The stranger laughed, "It would be too easy for me to tell you and I'm guessing we don't have much time before that Harding boy comes to your rescue once again," they spat.