I’m relieved that the halls are empty. After getting my late pass from the secretary in the front office, I make my way to my locker. I slow when I see the red spray paint. Stopping in front of it, I glare at the word written across the space of my locker.
Merderer.I’ve never killed anyone. The only crime I’ve made related to taking someone's life was against mosquitoes, flies, and spiders. But just by association, by being his daughter, I’m unfairly marked. His crime becomes mine. “At least fucking spell it right,” I grumble under my breath as I try to wipe the first ‘E’ away. Part of it smudges, but the letter remains. “Damn idiots.” I push away the urge to cry. No more tears, not today. I’ve done enough of that this morning.I remember Stone staring at my egged figure and cringe. I’ll never be able to look at him again. Never be able to make eye contact. Never be able to be in the same room. I twist the number lock and open my locker up. I pull out the text book for my class, any worry of being late is long gone. It's not even noon and I'm emotionally drained. I want to go home and hide under my blanket.Students flood out of the classrooms, and flinch, dropping my notebook.in I was hoping to avoid this. I squat down and pick up the book when a note flutters out. Great, as if the word murderer spray painted on my locker wasn’t enough. And really, a bully note is just soft. Why go from drenching me in paint and eggs to a harmless note. I crumble the paper in my hand and throw it back into my locker. I’d rather not read it. As I gather the stuff for my next class, I can feel the stares burning into the back of my head. Just ignore me… please ignore me. I close my locker, and when I turn around to walk to class, I stop where I'm standing. Melanie stands in front of me with her new friend May standing on her right and another girl I can’t remember the name of on her left. Melanie frowns at me, as if my very presence unnerves her. “I’m surprised you came today,” she says. “Especially looking like that.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. I frown back at her.“I'm surprised you’re talking to me,” I reply back, “You wouldn’t want to associate with, you know, a psycho.” I shrug my shoulders, acting like I’m not affected by her, by any of them. Dad was good at acting.She sneers at me, lips pulling back with a glare, because how dare I say something like that. “I don’t,” she hisses back at me. “I’m just saying that you look pathetic. If I were you, I would've just dropped out.”“Are you a masochist? Do you like all this attention on you?” One of her new friends asks, and I gape at her. Is she really upset that I have attention? Not positive, but negative? Is even the slightest recognition from Lucas and Henry enough to set her off? I glare back at her.“Yes,” my voice drips with sarcasm, “I’m just beaming at all this recognition.”Before she can reply back, Kensey walks towards us. “Oh no, what happened to all that egg you were dressed in earlier?” she smirks. Melanie glances at her, then at me and smiles. Except this isn't the one I'm used to. This one is full of malice.“I don’t know what you're talking about,” I say, voice stiff. “Really?” Kensey asks with a chuckle, she glances at someone behind me, and her smile grows even bigger. The sharp curve of her lips promises that there’s more to come. “It's a good thing I have more than one witness. Hey, Stone,” she practically purrs. I pale, back straitening, and muscles tensing. Please no, please don’t be behind me. I frown when I see that not only is he standing behind me, but he also isn’t alone. At his side Kingston stands, sparkling emerald eyes taking in my red tinted face. Loose strands of his brown hair frame his chiseled face. Great.Why does he have to look so good?“Don’t you think Ari looks better with eggs in her hair?” Kensey pulls out her phone and turns it to him. On it is a picture of me, body slouching and arms held out as egg drips down my clothes and hair. I spare a look at him, teeth nipping at my bottom lip. I'm sure my face is red, and not just with the tint from the paint.“God damn.” Kingston chuckles at the sight, and I quickly tear my gaze away from them. I stare at my shoes, scuffing them on the floor. It would be great if a sinkhole popped up and swallowed me. “You should perfect your aim. An egg hit my mom's rose bush,” Stone says. His deep voice sharp and clear. Like steele. It isn't as gravely as it was when he banged on my door and yelled at me to shut up. I miss it.Kensey shrugs and laughs. “You can blame Lupe for that.” I glance up, and cringe when I find Stone glaring down at me. Staring into his dark eyes, I shiver with how intense his gaze is. Just him in general is intense. His long sleeve shirt covers his tattoos, and I suddenly hate the school's dress code, with it's requirement to have all tattoos covered by clothing or bandages. “She got anymore eggs on her?” he asks, and I flinch. Now he wants to egg me, great. Kensey smiles brightly. “She does actually. I’ll give them to you at lunch.” “H-hey Kingston,” Melanie pipes up from in front of me. I glance at her, completely forgetting that she was there. Her and her friends went silent as soon as Kensey entered the conversation.She stares at Kingston with flushed cheeks, and I roll my eyes. She’s had a crush on him for years, and only after making friends with the others did she grow the vagina to talk to him. I don’t say balls because facts are, vaginas push out babies. Balls cry at the flick of a finger. An image of Mrs. Nolt kicking my dad in the nuts before his murder weapon could reach her comes to mind. Who knows if she actually attempted it, but I tell myself she did. I tell myself that she fought for her life because she wanted to live. Right? Who wants to die?Kingston gives her a casual nod, eyes taking in her figure. No longer seeing the point in being here, because clearly they're done harassing me, I side step them. “As fun as this has been, I’m gonna go,” I mutter. “See ya later, Psycho!” Kensey calls after me. ***Crumpled balls of paper were thrown at the back of my head all throughout the next two classes. And despite the number of them piling up on the ground, the teachers said nothing
I can’t believe Haeden asked me to join. He knows I’m a social pariah, the daughter of a psychopath. Then again he slept with Lacey Parks, even after she got caught getting gang banged by half the football team. He’d fuck anything as long as it had a pussy. With a sigh I lay back and stare up at the bottom of the bleachers. The sight of gum stuck from years ago makes me gag. Not a pretty sight.A yawn escapes me, I’ll just take a nap and catch up on the sleep I missed. ***I sit up from my desk and put away my homework. My back is stiff, butt numb from sitting on it for an hour and a half. I turn around and freeze in my spot. Dad is there, his button up shirt and black slacks are stained a dark red. The smell of iron fills my nose, and blood drips from his collar. “Dad?” I ask, voice trembling. I glance down at the knife held tightly in his hand. It’s sharp, and the blade glistens like liquid rubies. “Dad,
The first time I talked to Kingston Acheves, I was nine and at church. He wore a black button up shirt with matching black slacks. And as he stood next to his father, I couldn't help but notice how pretty this boy was. I stood there, next to my father, the Pastor, as he talked with his dad. I swished my blue summer dress around my thighs, suddenly desperate to get this pretty boy's attention. "Are you always this pretty?" The question is out of my lips, my impulse control severely lacking. "Ariella," I struggle to tear my gaze away from Kingston, the boy who now glowers at me like I said something wrong. But how could I be wrong? Being pretty wasn't a bad thing, it was a good thing. Dad didn't seem to get that though. "Ariella, apologize please. That was very rude." My father tugged my hand, forcing my attention to him, and my brows furrow. I wasn't trying to be rude though."But mommy always said it was nice
The next few days grow repetitive. I'll wake up screaming in the middle of the night from nightmares, and I wonder if I ever woke Stone up again. I pinned a thick blanket over my window, hoping it'll muffle the sound.After the first night, he doesn't come, banging on my door to scold me for it. So, I think it's a good thing.Grandma made a habit of slipping lavender oils in my room, both of us hoping it'll soothe me enough to keep them away, but that hasn't been the case. The day I'm dreading most is finally here; Friday. The day I have to see Mrs. Rivers, the school therapist.After pulling the blanket down from the window, -grandma didn’t like it hanging there- I pause. Across from my window, the window in the house next door is open. In the few weeks I've been living with grandma, I've never seen it like that.Curious, I peer closer. It's dark, the atmosphere inside seems almost wicked. The wal
Should I read it? What if it says something horrible about praising my father again? Curiosity wins me over, and I hold my breath as I open it up.You didn't respond back, my heart is wounded. I couldn't find those that ruined your locker. Don't worry, Ariella. I won't give up so easily. They'll end up just like those your father ended. We have plenty of time to play. My chest starts to ache. I close my eyes and breath deeply through my nose. The memories threaten to return, and bile rises in my throat. I don't recognize the bell going off as I slam the locker shut. I draw attention from those nearby, and they whisper among themselves. I run to the bathroom, the door slamming against the wall. The girls inside that are checking their makeup jump, and glare when they see it’s me. “You don’t look so good, Psycho.” A girl with brunette hair smirks at me. I ignore her and close the door to the open stall. The coff
I resist the urge to scoff. What are the chances that he randomly assigns me the word psychopath, and then randomly pairs me with Lucas? No chances. I don’t believe him. I lift my head and glance around the room. Lucas and Mason are already sitting together, and when I see Lucas glaring at me, a vicious smirk on his face, a sudden wave of defeat fills me. I’m never going to survive this. Not if it’s him. “Today, Ariella.” Mr. Williams snaps at me when I don’t get up from my seat. I sigh and heave myself up. I reluctantly walk over and slump in the seat left open for me, twisting around to face them.Mason isn't really a menace on my radar. He's never talked to me, before or after the mass murder. At least, there's that. But then, who knows if he'll end up joining Lucas in my torment."Where should we work on the project?" I ask, my voice small.The two boys sneer at me, and I flinch.“I’m not going to your place to work on this shit. I don’t wanna die,” Mason spits, hand scratching
With heavy feet, I walk into her office. The environment is warm. Images of the forest, beach, and a sunset are framed on the wall. Along with a kitten and puppy. The walls are painted a soft cream color, and the brown couch matches her oak wood desk. I take a seat on the couch while she sits at her desk. My hands fall onto the pleather of the sofa, and I wonder which side Haeden sat on. It’s cold, not at all warm like seats usually are after they’ve been occupied. Did he sit at all?I can imagine him pacing the floor in front of me, walking from one side of the room to the other like a caged animal.And why does he even see the school therapist? Probably for his drug addiction. “I’m happy you came,” Mrs. Rivers says, drawing my attention to her. She has a notebook open on her desk, a pink pen besides it. I eye it, is that where she’ll be writing her notes about me? “I was wondering if you would show up. I would have had to assign you a detention if you didn’t.”I frown. “So, if I
I slip my backpack on and make my way to the school entrance. The moment I step outside, I notice Henry and Kensey sitting on the steps. When they see me, they stand up and face me.My instinct is to take a step back. What do they want from me now? And what exactly do they have planned? I glance around, my hands growing clammy. I have to escape. “Took you long enough.” Kensey smiles. “How was therapy?” Her approach is casual, like we've been friends for years. I look them both up and down, noticing their lack of eggs or paint. My shoulders start to relax. Okay, so far I'm okay. "I don't think you care,” I answer.“You’re right, we don't,” Henry snarls. He brings his thumb and pointer finger to his lips and whistles. The pitch is loud, and for a second makes my ears ring.Lucas appears from behind a black 1987 Mercedes, a giant duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. He walks over, and I continue to stand there like a fucking dumbass. Why the hell couldn't I move? Is it paint again? I
!trigger warning!He wheezes out, tries to pull his hand to cover his neck but he's already tied up.This would be so much easier if Stone and Kingston had come with me, but Stone needed to stay with Ariella, which I didn't fight. My little killer needs someone with her right now. She's too fragile, too broken. And it's all Lucas' fault. Meanwhile, Kingston is out with Ivy, taking care of her own business.So it's all on me to take care of this loose end. This dumb fuck who can't follow basic directions. The dumb fuck who screwed everything up. I bite my lip, I can't say it out loud, but maybe this is going to be her breaking point. Maybe this is going to be what makes her snap. And fuck I'm going to hell because that makes me happy.I smile, "I just hate that it had to happen that way." I murmur."What?" Lucas croaks out. I ignore him and tie his ankles together. I shove Lucas on his back and crack my neck. Then I step back and smirks, "There. So much better." "Let me go you fuckin
Haeden My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. When Lucas saw Ivy, his eyes widened in panic. When his eyes drifted over Kingston and then me, his hands began to shake. He knew he fucked up. "Shit," He scrambled to his feet, his junk hard and swinging. There was no remorse on his face. No sign or regret. Well, probably regret for getting caught.And then he ran. The mother fucker ran like he thought he could get away with it.While Ariella ended up in the hospital with an officer full of skepticism to take her statement, Lucas only got an ankle braclet slapped on him. It wasn't fair.So now here I am, crouched behind some fucking bushes so I can make it fair. So I can show him just how fucking bad he fucked up. I let out a breath of excitement when Lucas' dad finally exits the house. The police uniform on him is nothing but a joke. This man doesn't protect the innocent. He doesn't serve justice. When he drives away, I clutch my duffle bag and beeline to the house.I toss the ba
Kingston is about to go after him, but he must think twice about it because he stays where he is. "When the phone when quiet, I was so scared you died." She whispers, her voice hoarse. "And then," She breaks into a sob, "I'm sorry, I can't go through it again." She stands up and leaves too. "Ivy," My voice cracks as I watch her go. I turn to stone and Kingston, "I need to know." I whisper, eyes red and puffy. "God damn it." Kingston mutters. He steps forward and then stops himself from getting any closer. I can't thank him enough for that, don't know if I can handle a guy touching me. It doesn't matter that they did nothing wrong. I just find myself cowering away. "We heard him. He started saying awful things about you, about your body. I don't really remember what it was he said, but they were vile." "I stepped so hard on my gas peddle, Ella. You have to believe me." Stone whispers, his voice hoarse. I stare at his red rimmed eyes, noticing the first time that he's crying. "I be
After another day of staying in the hospital, the doctor got a sample from my coochie for 'evidence', I'm allowed to go back home. Grandma treats me like I'm fragile glass. She opens doors for me and hovers over me like a pesky bee. I don't say anything, I find it gives us both comfort. She leads me to my room and stands near the doorway."Get some rest and tonight we can have popcorn chicken bowls." She says, and the thought of my favorite comfort food has my mouth watering. I don't tell her that I think I rested enough at the hospital, but I keep it to myself.When she does finally leave me alone, I let out a sigh. I sit on the edge of my bed, going through everything that happened. Luca really did it, tears prick at my eyes. What happened to him hating my guts? What happened to me being a crazy psycho that he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole?Shivers wrack through me as I whimper. I drag myself to the bathroom and turn on the hot water. I can feel his phantom touches still on
After a while, my sobs turn into hiccups. I wipe at my bleary eyes and sniff. I take the time to look around the room, notice Ivy and Kingston standing a few feet away from my bed. Grandma sits on the chair on my right side, hand clasped tight in her lap. On the other side is a woman on a white coat.The monitor beeps beside me, filling the silence.When Ivy meets my eyes, she gives me a watery smile. She came for me. I remember dialing the first number on my call log, her name flashing in my memory. "Thank you." I burst into tears again. Grandma reaches to hold my hand, but pulls away when she sees me flinch."Don't." Ivy says, her voice hoarse as if she's been crying for a while too. She looks away from me, "We didn't make it in time." I break down again, knowing it couldn't have been avoided. All Luca had to do was get me unconscious. He didn't need me awake to rape me. He just needed a limp body to do what he wanted. And he did. The pain between my thighs is a throbbing reminde
TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***I gasp for air, my hands clawing at his neck. "I'm going to ease off, okay?" He stares at me, his eyes dark. "If you scream again, I'll just knock you out and take you that way." He must see the horror on my face because he smiles. "You wouldn't want that, would you?" I shake my head, a sob escaping me. I don't want him touching me at all, but the thought of him doing that to me, limp and unconscious, sends cold ice through me."Good." His hand slowly releases my neck, as if testing to see if I would scream again. Satisfied with my silence, he lets go fully and trails his hand over my chest. "God damn rats, can't believe you let them defile you." He shakes his head at me like he's disappointed. His nose is on my neck again, his hands trailing over my waist and hips. With shaky breaths, I slowly lift my hand and reach into my back pocket.
TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***The drive to his house is short, however every once in a while, I feel his gaze on me. It's unnerving. Usually he's spewing hateful words to make me feel like shit."What? If you have something to say, fucking say it." I eventually snap at him. Lucas isn't one to hold back, he isn't afraid to speak his mind. So what the fuck has got him so silent.He chuckles, the sound foreign to my ears, "Relax, shit. I was just gonna say you look like your in a 'fuck it all' mood." I snort."How'd you guess?" I droll out, turning to glare out the window. What I would give to be anywhere but here. I wonder what Ivy is doing? She's probably with the guys. I wonder if the missing item has anything to do with why they're not around."Your shit attitude." Lucas snorts back, bringing me from my thoughts.He pulls up into his driveway and turns off the engine. "Let's just hurry up, I need to get home after this." I slam his car door shut an
I wipe at my tears, all my woes replaced by suspicion. I grab a notebook and pen and begin to write down all I know about the notes. They are always left at school, in my locker. I haven't found them anywhere else.Everything about this stalker is led by the school. Then whoever is giving them to me must go to school there too. But it still doesn't make sense. Why are they sending me these notes? Because they're fans of my dad? Because they want to scare me? Or is this just all some stupid prank? So someone can get their kicks out of making me paranoid?I tap my pen, which is it? Finding myself going no where, I grab all the notes from the drawer, completely ignoring my dads letter. I lay them out on my bed, side by side and evaluate them. The hand writing is all the same, so I know its all from the same person. I go through everyone who hates me, and list them down as potential suspects. Starting with the same people on my revenge list; Kensey, Lucas, Henry and Melanie. I think
The drive to my house is quiet. I glare out the window with my arms crossed, and Kingston doesn't try to talk to me. Which is fine by me. There's so much shit I want to say to him, but I keep my mouth shut. He pulls up to the side of the road when we reach grandma's house. "When the others are back with us, we can clear up exactly what it means when we say you belong to us." Kingston tells me, his hands tight on the wheel. There's no apology for asking a question that is beyond personal. There's no apology for holding me against him even though I fought it. With a huff and a roll of my eyes I leave the car and slam the door shut. I don't care if it's the most expensive car that I've ever seen. I hope I chipped something.He doesn't leave until I'm inside, I can hear the screeching tires through the closed door as he takes off down the road."Stupid jerk," I mutter."Ariella, is that you?" Grandma's voice is firm. I hold in my groan, and walk into the living room. She sits on the so