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Hey guys! I really wanted to write a Texas Chainsaw Massacre story on here just for fun and entertainment. This will be my first attempt at this type of POV, since I usually do first person..I hope it will be good! Please Review! This character is the sister of another one of my characters in my story By The Blade, it is a Friday the 13th fanfic I am currently taking a break on. Thanks for choosing my story to read!
Chapter 1
Raising the glass bottle to her lips to take a drink of her beer, Katrina Matthews relaxes in her chair at a small diner she happened to run into while on the road to wherever it will take her.
Currently she is running from her boyfriend…or her ex now anyway…
Two days ago
The front door to the small, trashed apartment closes as Katrina returns home from working all day at her job as a waitress. She got off at 10 today, closing time for her work as she was chosen to lock up before she left, as she was the last person to be working at the time.
The thick scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol fill her nostrils as she enters the apartment, it usually smells faintly like both, as her boyfriend Sam smokes and drinks heavily as if he did it as a profession.
"Sam? I'm home." Knowing something is wrong, Katrina investigates the one room he could only be in unless he wasn't at the house though his motorcycle was out front, the only source of transportation for him. She pushes open the bedroom door as her mouth drops and eyes widen, tears filling her eyes with each second that passes, though it feels as though time froze.
Lying in their bed, under the covers she spots her boyfriend of 3 years asleep. But he isn't alone as a second, blond-haired form can be seen lying next to him, a woman. She knows for a fact that both of them slept together and are currently both naked under those sheets she once used to sleep in, but will never touch again.
"…mother fucker…" She hisses through her teeth at the sight of what she sees before her.
Entering the room, she grabs the keys to Sam's bike, along with a small gun of his, a pistol. Just in case she needs it.
Quickly she changes into better clothing and leaves, not before keying his car. The car she arrived in was originally his but for his birthday she bought him the motorcycle, and the car was given to her.
The words, 'I hope you enjoyed that whore, you cheating asshole' were scraped into the sides of the car as she left everything she owned in the house, except her wallet, the stuff she can't live without.
Present
After that horrible day, she received a threatening phone call from Sam as he attempted to phase her by saying him and his gang of bikers are out to find and get her for what she did and because she stole 'his' bike.
She obviously believes his threat, knowing Sam, he would waste his pathetic time trying to track her down for revenge of an event that he caused.
Paying for her drink once finished, she leaves the diner and continues on her way.
Little did she know, she was being watched from a distance by hostile eyes.