Chapter 3

"Box"

No POV

For the rest of the day, Oliver and Lilly had kept Miley so busy she temporarily forgot about Chris. Later that night, she was sipping her father's loco hot cocoa out on her balcony looking up at dark, cloudy sky. It was getting dark, but it was still light enough to see all the clouds in the sky, since it was only 6 pm. She heard somebody beneath her balcony and got up and looked down. She looked at who it was and the mug in her hand dropped and shattered on the warm balcony floor.

"Hello, Miley. This is for you," The guy said. He always did have a good arm, so he threw the box in his arm up at her and she managed to catch it just in time before it fell back down to him.

She noticed the guy as Chris. She wondered why he was here. Anybody could recognize him. Before she opened the box she looked back down and saw that he had a wig on with a fake mustache. He winked at her and gave her an evil grin and walked away. She didn't know why but she opened the box. In the box was a note on top of something, she picked up the note, not taking any notice to what it was on top of. In letters cut out from magazines and news paper was:

'You got lucky, that could have been you I killed. You're lucky it wasn't, you're lucky I just mistaken her for you. But don't worry, baby. I'll get you soon her or later. You're time will come. No need to get jealous.

Love, Chris. XOXO

P.S. Have fun being terrified to death. I could have killed you tonight, but I saw your dad and guards there. But don't worry, I'll come when you least expect it and kill you.'

She looked in the box and saw a gun with blood all over it, she saw a picture laying in it and she saw a girl who looked almost exactly like her, dead with blood all over her and surrounding her. Chris was knelt beside the girl a big grin on his face, he was turned towards the camera smiling at it.

That was all it took for her to let out the loudest scream in her entire life and her body guards, her dad and brother come running up to her. Jeff took the box from her, while Greg took the note from her hands and they read over it. Jeff leaned over and read the note while Greg looked inside the box.

"How did you get these?" Greg asked.

"H-h-he th-threw them u-u-u-up at me" Miley was sitting there crying so it was hard for her to get words out. "I-I-I didn't think it was h-him. H-h-he wore a w-w-wig a-a-an-and a f-fake m-m-mustache." She let out a terrified cry, not only because she was terrified for her life but because she lied again and not knowing it was him.

"What colors? And do you know who this girl is?" Jeff asked.

"B-b-blonde hair, brown m-mustache. N-no, I don't." That part was the truth, she had no idea who it was but she was slightly amazed at the resemblance.

"It'll be okay, bud. They'll find him." Robbie Ray said and put an arm around her in attempt to comfort her.

"C'mon Miles. Let's go inside," Jackson helped her up and inside, with Robbie Ray following.

Jeff turned to Greg, "It looks like he's killing everybody who resembles her. He's probably around here somewhere laughing at us. We should have known that he'd put on a disguise."

Greg nodded in agreement, "We have to find out who that girl is, to let her parents and family know about her. Let's get this gun and note fingerprinted just to make sure it was Chris. We already have his fingerprints on record."

Jeff agreed and they both walked back inside and went downstairs where everybody else is.

Miley had managed to get calmed down with the help of her dad and Jackson. She turned to her body guards, "What are you going to do about the girl? Are you going to try to find her?"

"We're going to find out who she is first and then we'll try to find her." He said.

Miley looked up at them, and uneasy look on her face, "C-can I see the picture again?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," Robbie Ray said.

"I don't either," Jackson agreed.

"And neither do we," Both body guards said.

Miley looked at them all, "But, I might be able to tell you where it is. I just want to see the background, not the body."

"Fine," Jeff told her, "But, since Greg has the picture, he's going to keep his finger over the body. We don't want you getting traumatized by that."

"Okay," Miley agreed with them and Greg sat down beside her on the couch and held the picture in front of her, making sure to keep the body covered. Miley took note of the background. Blue carpet… Stone walls… Blue flowery couch in the background… Flowers everywhere… I KNOW THAT PLACE! "I know where that is!"

"Where?" Everybody said at once.

"I was down there a couple times. That's in the basement of his parents house. They live at 417 Ocean Ave. (I made up the address, I have no clue if it actually is one or not)" Miley told them looking away from the picture.

"Are you sure?" Greg handed the picture to Jeff, who put it back in the box.

"Yeah, I was down in their basement before about three of four times. Chris would always drag me down there when he would have his friends over. That's where they watch TV and all that so he would make me go down there with him and his friends." Miley said to them.

"That sure helps us, We still need to know who that is. But luckily, now we have evidence and a confession we can get him for murder." Jeff said, Greg was the body guard and Jeff was the under-cover policeman. "I'm going to go take this in the station. Greg will stay here with you guys until I get back." Jeff turned around, with the box at his side, and walked out of the house.

"What are we going to do if you guys can't get him in time and he really does kill me?" Miley asked.

"The police are going to get him, Miley. Jeff's one of the top policeman in all of Malibu. And so is this police station. We will get him." Greg tried to assure her, "Plus, I'm one of the top bodyguards in all of Malibu. No matter what, you're going to be protected."

"But there's always that possibility," Miley told them. "What if he came in the middle of the night? Nobody would be around, everybody would be sleeping, and it would be when I'd least expect it!"

"Miley Ray, stop thinking like that right now. You're going to be fine, and you're not going to get killed. You have a lot of protection so stop thinking like that!" Robbie Ray ordered at her.

Miley just merely nodded her head and turned the other way. Everybody in the room gave her a look of pity and grief. They knew that she was scared for her life, and they knew that this was out of their hands and the police's hands. Nobody was willing to admit it.

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