Josalie Stories

"What number am I?" I whispered a question hoping Justin would give me a truthful answer. He put his hand out for me to take but I refused it. "Come here, sweetheart." Annoyance was clear in his voice but he tried to be as sweet as possible. I took his hand and, swiftly, he pulled me on his lap. "27." He spoke softly in to my ear. I jumped at the sudden hot air hitting my skin. "What?" I gasped. "You're Number 27." "W-where are they?" I asked, afraid of his rejoinder. "Dead." he spoke sternly. I sprung from his lap, stumbling a few steps back. "Y-you ki-" I could barely finish my gasping sentence before I was rudely interrupted. "Yes, I killed them...but i'm not going to kill you yet because I love you right now," he said scaring me half to death, "no need to be afraid baby doll." He took my hand but quickly plucked it away. "Don't touch me!" I cried out. "Y-you killed 27 people!?!" I yelped in utter shock. "26 my dear...but if you keep up this attitude you will be the 27th!" he barked causing me to flinch at his tone. "I'm sorry..." I breathed.