Reason Why

by babyfro.beau

Cat Valentine is a ditzy, crazy, fun-loving girl. But it isn't her fault. It's the pills. She needs them, but they're throwing her into insanity. Little by little... When a secret falls out, Cat makes a bloody move that will change her life forever. It was the reason why... Cat was losing it.

13. Robbie's Discoveries

Another chapterrrrrrr. I'm finding out ways to end this story, maybe a few more chapters. But in the meantime, ENJOY!

Nobody's POV

Robbie parked his car a few streets away from Cat's house, looknig around to see if she was still there. Everywhere was clear from Cat. He limbed over to her window, pulling at the window. Didn't budge.

He went to the backyard. He suddenly stopped in his tracks. Blood. He swallowed hard. Why was there blood in her backyard. He looked around for the backdoor. He yanked at it forcefully. It opened. He smiled in victory, limping in. He looked around. The minute he walked passed the basement door, he slipped. He went down with a scream. Pain rushed to his leg. He groaned.

Then, he realized what he slipped in. Blood. He squeaked in terror. He slowly got up. Blood stained his t-shirt. The basement. Nervously, he walked opened the door. More blood. He went down the steps, and screamed. A dead body.

Come on, Robbie. You can do this. A voice in his head told him. He gulped, taking a closer examination. He gasped. Trina. But why? Why would Trina's dead body be in Cat's basement. Unless...

Duh, stupid!She murdered her! A voice screamed at him. But Cat would never do this... Would she? She had been acting weird lately... Come to think of it, why would she be in a hurry to leave town so suddenly! He quickly left the basement, not touching the body. He went to Cat's room. Messy. He checked the cabinet. Medication.

He gulped, looking through her closet. A bloody pole. A bloody dress. He stepped away from the closet. He looked around the room, and it hit him. I shouldn't be here! She could come back, see him here, and then... A loud ring filled the room. He screamed.

His phone. His face reddened as he answered the phone. "H-hello?" He squeaked. Breathing. Coughing. Chills ran down Robbie's spine. Who was this. After a minute, he quickly hung up. He grabbed his backpack he wore over his arm and limped back to his car. Thoughts swirled in his mind. He knew what he had to do next. He slowly pulled out his phone, dialing. When someone picked up the phone, he started to speak. "H-hello, police? I think my best friend's a killer."

DUN DUN DUNNNNN! That's all for this chapter, I'll update another day. Happy holidays! :D