"B-Brian?" She asked in a terrified tone. This was the worst case scenario, and it happened. I wasn't even going to try to explain myself, I knew I couldn't. she now realized what was happening.
"Are you trying to..kill me?" She asked, still terrified. I didn't answer. I didn't have to. She just stared at me, too terrified to speak. She then bolted, running away from me as fast as she could. Silly girl, I was much faster. I pinned her up against a tree and the tears were pouring down her face. She knew today would be her last.
"Shhh." I said, trying to quiet her down. She spit in my face and I moved my hands away from pinning her to wipe my face. Big mistake. She ran again, and nearly made it out of the woods when I caught her again.
"Oh hell no, you're not getting away from me." I said through clenched teeth. She trid to quirm away, but my grip was solid. I knew if I let her get away again, she'd get away for good, and that certainly would not be good.
I can't believe I'd forgotten to check if the gun was loaded or not. What a supid mistake I'd made. Oh well, gun or no gun, I will kill her.
I guess we'd been out for longer than I thought, because I could now hear Zacky shouting in the distance.
"Brian! Brian!" It's me, Zacky! Where are you?" He asked.
"I'm back in here!" I shouted back. Like I said, the first time she'd broken my grip she'd nearly escaped the woods, so we were pretty exposed. Well enough for Zacky to find me atleast. He looked relieved to see that I was fine, but not exactly the same for seeing Bella was still alive.
"What's going on..?" He asked.
"That gun had no fucking bullets in it. You got your pocket knife on you?" I asked. Bella was now squirming more than ever.
"No! No! Please! I-I'll do anything!" She pleaded, begging for mercy.
"Sorry, Bella. You shouldn't have messed with us. Or our girls." Zacky explained. I nodded in agreement. Zacky took his pocket knife from his back pocket and handed it to me. It was a damn nice knife, too bad we'd have to ruin it with this slut's blood. I looked at my reflection through the knife and gave myself a sly smile. I locked eyes with Bella and for the first time, she looked away from me.
"Oh come on." I pleaded. "Let me see those blue eyes one more time. Don't cry, baby don't cry. It'll be over before you know it." I reassured. I gave Zacky a look. He nodded. I nodded. I looked at her one last time before plunging the knife into her abdoman. I felt the knife's struggle to go all the way through her. I'd pierced her pretty good. She cried out in pain and I covered her mouth, silenceing her as I pierced her again. And again. I felt her warm blood trickling down my arm. It was warm. She'd chosen a bad day to wear a white tank top. I stabbed her a total of five times. I kept plunging the knife into her until she stopped struggling, stopped breathing, and just gave up. Her dead body lay lifeless in my arms.
"Is she..?" Zacky began to ask.
"Yeah, as far as I can tell. Come on man, let's get out of here." I said, closing up the bloody pocket knife and placing it in my pocket. A little keepsake to remember this day. Is this a story I can tell my kids?
"Gather 'round kids. Daddy's gonna tell you about the time he killed a crazy bitch."

Notes

*complete.



just wait till Matty finds out..(;