Truth Or Dare

5

(Farbod's P.O.V.)

I had no idea what was happening upstairs but I knew that no one would be coming back down. When the man on the phone started speaking again, a glare formed itself onto my face and I stared at the phone for what felt like hours.

"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. Quick and easy. That's my moto kids. Anyways, next up, I have decided that Farbod will be doing my dare. " 

The glare was wiped from my face and a shocked expression replaced it. My eyes went wide and my jaw shot open. 

"Farbod, Farbod, Farbod. What am I going to do with you? Ah I have an idea. You are going to take Peyton, you are going to go outside and get a shovel from the shed." 

I stood up slowly and Peyton followed. We stood in the middle of the circle, looking around at all of our friends that were in danger. No one knew how many of the will die tonight. 

While walking outside, we both looked at the clock. 

It was only 4 in the morning. 

We both looked at eachother, wondering how it had only been an hour and 3 people had already died. 

We took out time walking into the backyard. We didn't say anything. We just walked. 

I had been wondering the whole time why Peyton had to come with me, and when we got to the shed I understood why. 

There was a huge padlock blocking the door. Peyton looked back at me and sighed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the key.

I had not seen Peyton pick up the key.

He opened up the door and I gasped.

Not only were there all of the gardening tools, the shed was packed with hunting equipment and dead animals. I took a few step back, my eyes wide. 

Peyton never looked at me. 

He was embarrassed. I could tell. 

He took a step back, but not before cocking his head in the direction of the shed. Motioning for me to go in. 

I start to walk forwards very slowly before Peyton stops me. 

"Be careful," he whispers in my ear. I nod at him and advance into the shed slowly.  

I pulled out my phone for a flashlight and looked around the shed.

I jumped when I came face to face with a dead deer. 

I held back a scream and kept looking. 

I soon found a shovel, grabbed it and ran full tilt out of the shed, passing Peyton, and running back into the house. I heard him running behind me and panting.

Once we both got back to the living room, no one was talking or moving. No one turned to me when I ran in, they all just sat there, staring at the phone.

I walked to the middle of the circle again, and Peyton sat back down in his spot. 

"What took you so long Farbod?" Mr. Evil said. I shrugged for the people around me and didn't answer the man on the phone. The dirty shovel was beside me, and I could not keep my eyes off it. 

What  was I going to do? 

Bury someone alive? 

Beat someone to death with it? 

I didn't want to do any of that. 

I was too tired.

"Ok Farbod great job, you can go sit back down." 

A confused look crossed my face. Why don't I have to do anything with it?

"FARBOD SIT. DOWN." the man yelled. I jumped and scurried back to my spot. 

As I threw myself down on the floor, the man started talking again.

"Ok, Al, it's your turn. Pick up the shovel and go stand behind Farbod."

Before standing up, Al looked around. His eyes met mine and a small smile flashed across his face. He picked up the shovel and walked over to me, taking steps over Emad, who was sitting next to me. His nose was somehow still bleeding and his face was very pale.

I craned my neck to look up at Al, but he wouldn't look down at me. The dirty shovel was next to my leg and just the sight of it made me shiver. 

"Al. All you have to do is bash Farbod's head in." My eyes go wide and I feel myself start crying. Al gasps above me but I don't turn to look at him. He was just about to kill me! We were friends. 

I jump when the shovel lifts beside me. I watch it until its out of my peripheral vision. Behind me, Al takes a step back and I can hear him lift the shovel. 

He takes a deep breath and the shovel comes down. 

The pain shoots through my head instantly. My hands shoot up and the blood was pouring out of my head. It soaked the back of my shirt. I lie down, feeling dizzy. The blood pools around my head and the smell and sight of it makes me nauseous. I close my eyes, and soon, my breathing gets shallow. 

I hear the sobbing of my friends before everything goes quiet and dark. 

And that's how I know I have died.

(Al's P.O.V.)

I watch as Farbod bleeds all over the carpet. His eyes were closed and I can't believe what I have just done. I just killed one of my best friends. 

When he finally stops breathing, a loud sob escapes me. 

Glares shot at me from around the room and I wasn't really sure why they were mad at me. I had no choice. 

I sat back down with my bloody shovel and just cried.

"Good job Al. You did amazing. Now you can just sit back down. I wonder who to choose next..." 

A/N

Hey! Thank you for reading this far in Truth Or Dare! Sorry, this chapter was a little short but I tried 😂 Please vote and comment, it would be great if you could! Thanks for sticking with me, I know updates  have taken a little longer but I have a crazy amount of school work. I hope you are liking my story!