"Don't you get it? You know when you try to run away, punishment like this happens." he said teasingly, squeezing my chest. I gasped for air, I really didn't try to run away. They're overreacting!
The wet noise coming from below, being penetrated in...
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I sat in the big lobby in the mall as I waited for Darien and Alexa to come back with food. Alexa insisted on staying but I had to make her leave.
I just needed peace.
While I waited, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through social media for a bit. But nothing seems to have caught my attention.
I was bored to death.
Scrolling through Instagram, Reddit, Facebook, until that was when I reached Twitter.
Number one trending was Theo's full name. 'Theodore Vaultzer' Why was he trending?
Curiously, I clicked it and saw many horrifying tweets.
He died, no. He was killed.
My heart was racing, so the only thing I did was search up related news about him.
He was killed.
By the only people I trusted.
They promised they wouldn't.
The cause of Theo's death made me realize so many things, I was so blind.
Their unhealthy obsessions with me, aggressive behavior with people, the crazy things they do.
I knew Roy the longest but he never gave off that vibe.
They say, looks can be deceiving.
That was it, they broke their promise. They're psychopaths.
I should've never met Roy, never gotten involved with them. I wish I was overthinking this and hoping it's not true, but I've learned from my past self.
Does that mean they will kill me?
I picked up the shopping bags and rushed to the bathroom. Alexa and Darien were unnoticed by my disappearance.
Scared that they will hunt me down if I ever found out their secrets again. I need to get out of this situation quickly.
When I saw a group of girls walking in the bathroom, I pretended I was with them by following behind.
There are hundreds of cameras in this mall. I need to think.
I stood in one of the big stalls and began to change clothes, thank god I bought extra.
Knowing them, they could be tracking me right now, it could be on my clothes, jewelry, and phone.
I put on a simple T-shirt and Jean shorts, with a big zip-up jacket. I switched out my shoes too.
Taking off my earrings, necklace, and throwing my phone in the trash. I left the stall and approached the group of girls as they were about to leave.
Hah. Now they can track me all they want when eventually they'll be stuck in the women's restroom looking at the pile of my stuff.
