Psychotic

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(Hey guys, Sorry for not updating this book. I've had major writers block and been focused on my other book, but enjoy!😚)

Lauren's POV:

There has to be some type of interior motive, there's no way a psychotic serial killer is letting me go because she "Can't kill me" that doesn't make any type of sense what so ever.

"The fuck, you mean "no"?" She asked going from exhausted to annoyed and confused.

"I meant no. I'm not going anywhere. If I do leave, next thing you know my entire mansion is set on fire and while everyone is running out all everyone can hear is your hysterical laughter." I said with lots of attitude.

She just rolled her eyes and leaned onto the door frame.

"I'm not goin do dat. Why would I even want to do dat?" She asked while tilting her head a little to the side.

"I don't know what goes on in your crazy brain." I said eyeing her weirdly.

"Bruh, I know you think I'm like the girl version of Joker or something. But I'm not. I admit I am crazy but I'm not gone in the brain. I know self control most of the time. You can leave and I promise I won't bother you. You have my word, and I'm not one to double cross on a person." She said sincerely.

I wasn't extremely sure if she was serious or not since I can't read minds but I was still skeptical.

"Look, if you don't believe me you can stay here in this cabin while I go back to my hotel wit my friends and go on wit my life. I'm not gonna sit here and try to convince you to leave." She said said putting her hands up in surrender before backing away from the door frame.

"Wait!" I yelled out before she was out of sight.

"Hmm?" She hummed.

"You're really letting me go? No catch what so ever?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Bruh I'm not heartless. One thing you should about me is that I don't kill innocent people. You haven't done anything terrible that I know of. You can leave and you'll never see me again." She said with a bored expression.

"Really? So what explains the torture you've put me through this past month?" I asked.

"I was trying to turn myself into something I'm not." She said plainly.

"Is it weird I wanna get to know you?" I mumbled to myself.

"I don't think it's THAT weird." She said with a smirk before leaving completely.

I got up off the bed and went through the wide open door.

I wandered around the house until I was met with Y/N humming a tune while making a sandwich.

"I'm hungry." I said going to stand next to her.

When I spoke she jumped before going to throw the knife towards my head but I moved which caused the knife to stab into the wall behind me.

"Don't fucking do that when we're alone in the fucking woods!" She said holding her chest.

"For a serial killer you're quite jumpy." I said chuckling before crossing my arms.

"I don't like the woods. Some people like quiet places but I love the city with loud noises and busy streets." She said focusing back on her sandwich.

"What made you realize that?" I asked going to sit on the counter next to her.

She gave me a sideways glance before putting the cheese on the turkey.