"Huh?"
"I noticed a pattern.." Natsuki softly repeated. "Remember the newspaper I found?"
"About a robbed house?" Thatcher questioned, while Natsuki nodded in reply.
"J-Jenny.. she robbed it." She croaked, hanging her head. "And I know the rumors going around about you." Natsuki added, though fluttered her eyes sympathetically. Thatcher awkwardly scuffed the ground with his shoe, as he chewed the inside of his mouth- a natural habit of his when he was nervous.
"Yeah. that's true." He whispered.
"And I know for a fact that Haru blackmailed ALOT of people. And Jenny was one of them." She whimpered, glancing with guilt towards her friend's corpse.
"Your point?" Thatcher tilted his head.
"Well, I overheard Maggie and hazel talking- about how weird of the hosts to invite specific people."
"I noticed." Thatcher nodded.
"Well.. I think we all have something in common." Natsuki murmured, placing a hand on her chin. "A connection." She finished.
"That is..?"
"Crimes." Natsuki sighed, shuffling her feet. Thatcher narrowed his eyes in return, taking in her comment. "Well, think about it!" She added, noticing his doubt. "We all probably did something bad."
"I do know Nolan is a thief." Thatcher remarked.
"Sienna smokes.." He added, frowning with shame.
"See? The murderer picked us because we're all connected to something." Natsuki explained, glad that Thatcher was catching on.
"OK, yeah.. but why the hell would they kill us?" He grunted. "What, like revenge?"
Natsuki nodded, firm with her response.
"Well, if we all have 'crimes'. What's yours?" He questioned gesturing an index finger towards Natsuki, as she eyes widened in reply. "Al-alright.. I'll tell you." She murmured, sighing.
Three years ago
Natsuki climbed out of the tub, wrapping a towel around herself. She got herself settled, when her phone suddenly buzzed. Growing curious, she made her way over, picking it up.
Her eyes widened at the sight..
Her boyfriend. Kissing a girl..?
Not any girl, though-
Lucia.
Tears spilled down her face, as a tight lump welcomed itself in her throat.
Next day
Natsuki slumped down the halls, her gaze dark. Her boyfriend had kissed another girl.. she glanced up- oh god. Lucia. Her hands forming into fists, she made her way over to Lucia, anger practically radiating off of her.
Natsuki shoved her to the locker, startling Lucia.
"Who do you think you are?!" Natsuki cried, frowning.
"You know.. you're such an attention-seeker!" She hissed, glaring at Lucia through slitted eyes. "I can't believe you actually kissed MY boyfriend." Natsuki wailed.
"And you know well we're in a relationship." She added.
Lucia remained silent, too startled to respond.
YOU ARE READING
Madhouse
AksiA group of friends are invited to a 'Haunted House'. The typical fun, games and scare.. or so they think. They find out they've been trapped in the house, and to escape they must complete difficult tasks to freedom. They come across, suicide, ricks...
