"No don't!" Massie screamed.
A gun was pointing at Derrington's forehead.
"Massie, sweetie, I gave you a chance to leave him, and come to me, but you didn't listen. I sent you hundreds of texts, emails, and letters, telling you to leave this spaz, but you refused. Well, if I can't have you, he can't either." Chris spat, staring at Derrington.
"Chris, no!" Massie begged crying.
"Mass-" Derrington began, but was cut off by Chris.
"Say another word, and I'll shoot you." Chris warned, getting the ready to shoot Derrick. Derrick silenced him self. He mouthed the words "I love you" at Massie, who cried harder.
"Chris, please!" Massie begged, falling to the ground, in hysterics.
"Babe, you don't always get what you want. I didn't, and all I wanted was you. Beautiful you." Chris cackled, caressing Massie's cheek. Massie slapped it away.
"I hate you!" Massie screamed.
"Oh, boy, I wish you wouldn't have said that, my darling. I'll miss you." Chris smiled evilly, pulling the trigger.
"Chris, ple-" Massie cried out.
A gunshot sounded in the dense forest.
"No!" Derrick yelled.
Massie fell to the ground.
"I told her, if I couldn't have her, no one could." Chris laughed, taking his gun and walking away, out of the forest. Away from the crime scene. "And if you tell anyone what just happened, I'll be going for the rest of your friends, and family. Not that you have any proof."
"Massie!" Derrick cried.
"I do love you." Massie whispered, on her last breath.
He gathered Massie's limp body, and slowly stood up. Tears spilled down his cheeks, onto the lifeless body, he had called his girlfriend. He reached the road, and began his long journey back to Westchester. To deliver the worst news of his life... his girlfriend was murdered. And he had witnessed it. And he hadn't done anything to save her. It was his fault she was dead.