Would you fall in love with someone who looked like a monster?
"I move with a dangerous crowd buttercup. The kind of people a sweet girl like you should never meet."
I crossed my arms and glare at him. "Okay and?"
"I'll be back in a few hours." He...
I've spent my entire life burning bridges of strong relationships, sponging off my family and friends, and making promises I would never keep.
My bleak world was the only way I knew how to live and I believed it was the only life for me. How could I go back after everything that has happened to me?
After every wretched thing, I've done?
I made sure that the girl who was out here tonight went back to her house and not to the police. There would be no problem as to finding an alibi but I didn't need the local sheriff to be digging into the murderers going around.
It's not like the people that died even lived in this town anyway.
They were all here for one thing and one thing only...to kill me.
I shoved my hands in my pockets, keeping them steady on the pistol hidden in my coat. Every day there were more of them and I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up.
But I would find him before he found me and end the war between us.
There was a piece of paper not too far from my cabin and I picked it up. It was burned at the edges but other than that the words on the page were clear. It was a letter from Ken to some girl named Asia.
So this is what she was burning.
I wasn't sure who these people were but I did see that girl around my school with some jock around her arm. I didn't have time to learn people's names or what they were doing.
I was too busy fighting for my life.
Instead of tossing it aside, I shove it into the back of my jean pocket. Maybe I would need this as leverage later. I place the key in the doorknob and unlock it. Before I step inside I scan the area then set up my security system.
It's cold inside and a strong smell hits my nose. The odor gets stronger as I venture inside.
Metallic, thick, a smell I knew too well. My hand went to my gun and I pulled it out in one swift motion.
I shifted my stance sideways and approached the kitchen with caution.
The body was on its back.
At first, I had no idea who this person was but when I saw the worn jeans and blue uniform I recognized who it was, the employee that sold me my coffee in the morning.
There were bullet holes all over his back and a trail of blood leaking under him.
I turned his body over and on his chest, there was a message written in his blood.
Give up Darius.
As long as you live, the people around you will die.
Surrender.
The boy was just a kid no older than fifteen and he was murdered all because he did his job. He didn't deserve this and I couldn't help but feel like this was all my fault.
How long will I have to keep running away from my past?
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