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Switching Lanes
Chapter 9
Somehow we had all found each other. Haley, Peyton and Jake had just popped up out of no where. Nathan, Dan had told us, had gone with Deb, who had come to rescue us as well. We were terrified. The cops would be coming again, to pick up the bodies of Theresa and Tim. Everything would be okay.
But who was the killer? That was our shared, unanswered question.
Dan's car was suddenly in view, and we found ourselves terrified, walking towards it. Why? We didn't know.
We scrunched ourselves into the backseats of the car. Jake and Peyton snuggled together, and Lucas and I held each other. I felt sorry for Haley. She needed to get to a doctor, not only that, but Nathan was in the other car with Deb.
"Brooke," Lucas mumbled, "I love you." His soothing words calmed my heart, and pretty soon, I was in a deep slumber.
I lay on the floor, the ground around me seemed to grumble. I sat up, rubbing my head. What had happened?
"You know, I think you know who the killer is." A voice from behind me said. I stood up, and turned around, fear filling my face, as the color drained from it.
I stared back at the exact replica of me, except, she had a confident grin on her face. "Who the hell are you?" I found myself asking.
"You." She replied simply, putting her perfectly manicured hands on her, well, my hips.
"I don't understand." I replied, taking in my surroundings. It was, a forest? Wow. It was where we had been less then 10 minutes ago, to me.
"Brooke. Brooke, Brooke, Brooke. You know who did it. The answer is right in front of you. Who killed Mouth? What about Theresa? I know you know." Her voice sent chills down my spine. Pretty soon, Mouth was walking towards me, just as bloody and battered as he had looked in the bathroom.
"Come on, Brooke. Who killed me?"
Just as I expected, pretty soon, Tim and Theresa followed.
Tears filled my eyes.
"I don't know! Stop! Go away!" I began to sob. "Please, please."
My evil twin proceeded towards me. "Brooke," She grabbed my chin, holding it up, and evil grin lighting up her face, "Kill him, or be killed."
My eyes sprung open as I felt the sweat running down my face. Lucas, Haley, Peyton and Jake were still asleep.
All of a sudden, the car sprang forward, and I felt my stomach jolt towards the front of the car.
Dan was slumped forward on the steering wheel, and if I didn't do something, we would go down the cliff.
Where the hell was Keith? No time to think, I leaned forward and veered the steering wheel to the right. There was the no way I was going to let us go off the cliff.
Lucas, Jake, and Peyton, now awake, were clutching the seats, as I pulled the car to a stop.
The last thing I saw was Haley's too pale face, before falling into complete darkness.
Switching Lanes
Chapter 9
Somehow we had all found each other. Haley, Peyton and Jake had just popped up out of no where. Nathan, Dan had told us, had gone with Deb, who had come to rescue us as well. We were terrified. The cops would be coming again, to pick up the bodies of Theresa and Tim. Everything would be okay.
But who was the killer? That was our shared, unanswered question.
Dan's car was suddenly in view, and we found ourselves terrified, walking towards it. Why? We didn't know.
We scrunched ourselves into the backseats of the car. Jake and Peyton snuggled together, and Lucas and I held each other. I felt sorry for Haley. She needed to get to a doctor, not only that, but Nathan was in the other car with Deb.
"Brooke," Lucas mumbled, "I love you." His soothing words calmed my heart, and pretty soon, I was in a deep slumber.
I lay on the floor, the ground around me seemed to grumble. I sat up, rubbing my head. What had happened?
"You know, I think you know who the killer is." A voice from behind me said. I stood up, and turned around, fear filling my face, as the color drained from it.
I stared back at the exact replica of me, except, she had a confident grin on her face. "Who the hell are you?" I found myself asking.
"You." She replied simply, putting her perfectly manicured hands on her, well, my hips.
"I don't understand." I replied, taking in my surroundings. It was, a forest? Wow. It was where we had been less then 10 minutes ago, to me.
"Brooke. Brooke, Brooke, Brooke. You know who did it. The answer is right in front of you. Who killed Mouth? What about Theresa? I know you know." Her voice sent chills down my spine. Pretty soon, Mouth was walking towards me, just as bloody and battered as he had looked in the bathroom.
"Come on, Brooke. Who killed me?"
Just as I expected, pretty soon, Tim and Theresa followed.
Tears filled my eyes.
"I don't know! Stop! Go away!" I began to sob. "Please, please."
My evil twin proceeded towards me. "Brooke," She grabbed my chin, holding it up, and evil grin lighting up her face, "Kill him, or be killed."
My eyes sprung open as I felt the sweat running down my face. Lucas, Haley, Peyton and Jake were still asleep.
All of a sudden, the car sprang forward, and I felt my stomach jolt towards the front of the car.
Dan was slumped forward on the steering wheel, and if I didn't do something, we would go down the cliff.
Where the hell was Keith? No time to think, I leaned forward and veered the steering wheel to the right. There was the no way I was going to let us go off the cliff.
Lucas, Jake, and Peyton, now awake, were clutching the seats, as I pulled the car to a stop.
The last thing I saw was Haley's too pale face, before falling into complete darkness.