Taken

He Had The Guts to Do It

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Last chapter! Comment "CloudCrafter" if you want another book, because my homework is wearing me down but I've enjoyed writing this!
-CCL7
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Wes' POV:
Garrow called me, which filled me with shock. I knew Winty would call the police but I thought she would give me more than a day's time. I answered it, my red ruffled from the chase.
"H-Hello?" I asked.
"Have you heard that if you love something then you set it free and if it comes back to you then it's yours?" Garrow asked.
"Yes, why?" I answered, knowing that I had thought of that when I turned back and hoped I had time to run.
"Winty can't come back to you; I have her here, dead," Garrow taunted. I hung up and slammed my phone into the wall, tears streaming down my face. I could've saved her, she chose her fate by running, but I could've ran after her and saved her from death. More shocking, he had the guts to do it. I couldn't bear this. I took out my dagger.
Garrow will go down with Winty, I thought to myself before hiding my dagger and walking to Garrow's house. I knocked on the door and Garrow answered it.
"Oh, you're here. I need help hiding her body in the forest," Garrow said. I frowned.
"You're going to need two places to hide bodies," I answered as I took my dagger out and sliced his neck. I arranged them, feeling the urge to make a Doctor Who scene to remember Winty. I ran away, not knowing what was wrong. I knew Winty talked about a book; Famous Last Words. I read it, worshiped her apparently-favorite book. There was a man named Reid. I took up to his name. I arrange people I kill for scenes, but I leave hints; I always have something about Doctor Who in them; I use necklaces a lot, and now I have become; The Doctor Dalek.