Killing For Love

Chapter 37

Dean POV

     I wiped the blood off the blade of the knife, and walked out of the party.

     I expected to feel some sort of emotion (anger, sadness, satisfaction), but I felt nothing. I just murdered my best friend and my girlfriend, and all I felt was numbness.

     I walked back to my house, which didn't take too long, since I lived pretty close by.

     However, as I was nearing my driveway, I could hear my parents screaming at each other again.

     That's the thing with my home life. I had a bad one. It was as simple as that.

     I tried to avoid getting in the middle of the fights (which was impossible sometimes, since they fought so much), and would end up going to a park or something.

     That's exactly what I did that time.

     I walked to a park a few blocks away, and sat down on a bench, scrolling mindlessly through YouTube on my phone.

     As I finally decided on a video, I got a text notification from an unknown number.

     Unknown: Hey, you Dean Stevens right?

     I stared at the screen for a second, trying to figure out who the hell got my number, and why they were texting me.

     Finally, I answered.

     Me: Who is this? How did you get my number?

     Almost immediately, they answered.

     Unknown: Right, I suppose it'll be better if you know my name too.

     Unknown: Hello Dean, my name is Marcus Farley.

     I looked up from my phone, still confused as to why someone like Marcus wanted anything to do with me.

     I didn't know Marcus very well. He was that sketchy quiet kid that sits at the back of the class with his hood up.

     Wow, okay. I just described myself, minus the sketchy part.

     Marcus was the kid that didn't give a shit about anything. He sat in the corner and never talked. He had no friends, and he was always staring at his computer screen. Probably watching porn or some shit like that.

     He dropped out of high school when I was in grade nine, so he was in grade eleven.

     He was notorious for getting into trouble, even though he had no friends. I didn't really know what kind of trouble, but I didn't really care.

     He had no place in my life, until then.

     Me: What the hell do you want with me?

     I finally texted back.

     Again, it only took a few seconds for him to reply.

     Unknown: I heard that you have a bit of a reputation with your old girlfriends, and their boyfriends. Something that has to do with their disappearances....

     My blood ran cold.

     How the fuck did he know that I had something to do with them?! Did he know that I killed them? What was he going to do, blackmail me?