Living With A Murderer

There's been missing reports of teenage girls in Chicago. And of course, only one person is behind all of it. When three sisters, 17 year old Gabriella Montez and her younger sisters, 14 year old Elizabeth and, 8 year old Abigale Montez, are sent to their uncles house for the summer while their mom and dad are away, they don't have a clue wants coming to them. They didn't know that their uncle is a murderer. They didn't know that friendship would find them. One of them didn't know love would find her. And they didn't know the many consequences to it.

Disclaimer: I do not own HSM, or any of the characters.

M-Rated for killings and sexual situations

Gabriella looked around the crowded beach in search for her sister. Somehow they managed to split up and Gabriella hasn't seen her for an hour and she's getting worried. "Hey," a voice said. Gabriella whirled around and looked at the hot guy in front of her who was most likely to be drunk. "Do you want a drink?" He licked his lips and Gabriella was seriously about to puke.

"Uh, no thanks," she said quickly and stalked past him. She looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes as she saw him with another girl. Guys are such pigs, Gabriella thought to herself. She sat herself down at the bar, her feet were literally killing her. These heels can make you look good, but they don't feel that good. "May I help you—oh, hey. It's you." Gabriella spun around on the chair and looked at the bartender. It was the same guy from the graveyard. "Gravedigger?"

He chuckled. "Ha, no. I was just helping my step brother, Chad, with that. It's his job. I don't have one, but I volunteered for this."

"Oh, so the guy with Texas on his head is your step brother?" Gabriella said smiling. Troy laughed and wiped his hands on a dish cloth. "Yeah. So, what are you doing here?"

"Here we go with the questions again," Gabriella said rolling her eyes playfully.

"Oh come on, is it a crime to ask a beautiful girl like you questions?" Troy asked raising an eyebrow. Gabriella's eyes went a little bigger as she could feel her cheeks get hot and a small red forming on them. "Uh, thanks, I guess. I'm here with my sister."

"Ah, well my shifts over in five minutes. Want to talk?"

Gabriella shrugged. "I guess, but could I get a drink first?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

"Vodka Collins?"

"I'm gonna need to see some ID, miss," Troy said grinning. Gabriella wasn't really the person to have a fake ID. "Uh, what would I get if I say I'm only 17 and don't have neither a fake ID or a real one?"

Troy chuckled. "Here. I'll still give you one, on me." He turned and went to the back coming back seconds later with two glasses of Vodka Collins colored in ivory. He pushed one to her. "Here you go."

"Thanks," Gabriella said and looked down at the drink in her hands. She also wasn't the person to drink, but she didn't want to be a nerd like Lizzie had said. "You okay?" Troy asked hoping over the counter and standing next to her.

"Yeah, totally." And she brought it up to her mouth and gulped it down. Troy watched as she swallowed it in one. "Whoa there. If you wanted a shot, I could've gotten you one."

Gabriella laughed and put the glass down. "Wait, I want another one." Gabriella said and grabbed Troy's drink gulping it down. That's how the night left off...

Gabriela grinned as she took another glass of Vodka. The drink swished in her mouth as she swallowed it down hard. She was drunk. Wait, no, she was insanely drunk. Gabriella grabbed onto the counter of the bar and once her balance was re-gained, she walked up to a random guy. "Heyyy," her words slurred out of her mouth.

"Ah, sorry," Troy said grabbing Gabriella by the arms and pulling her away from the guy. "Gabriella, calm down. Okay?"

"Hey, you're...the extremely sexy graveyard dude," Gabriella said and giggled. "Texas is your boyfriend! Wait, no, he's your sister, yeah, that's it." Gabriella laughed again and Troy sighed. "I'm looking for my sister. Have you seen her?"

"No, but we need to find her."

"No we don't," Gabriella said frowning. "But, I was hoping for something else." Gabriella was never flirty, but apparently her drunk side was. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out to the other drunk teens. The song that was playing was 'Bedrock' By Young Money and Lil Wayne. Gabriella turned so her back was facing him and she started grinding up against him. Her arms circled around his neck and Troy could feel himself getting hard.

He groaned and turned her body around, smashing his lips onto hers. Gabriella grinned into the kiss letting her drunk mind do the thinking.

Troy wasn't even that drunk, he only had a few drinks in his system, but he wanted to do this. And it's not something he would normally do.

M rated!

The two stumbled backwards away from the party and behind a few rocks. Gabriella's hands found their way to the small circle buttons that held his shirt together. The soft cotton material rubbed against her skin until she finally undid all of them and pushed off his shirt. Underneath was his perfect body. A full six-pack. Gabriella grinned. "Oh, you are sexy." Troy closed the space between them and again, their minds wandered and let the alcohol take a stand.

Troy pulled back and almost ripped her dress, but Gabriella stopped him. "Eager, much?" She stepped away from his grasp and rolled the dress off of her. Troy just stared at her, taking in every part of her body. She was only dressed in a black lacy thong and to go with it, a matching bra. Troy walked over to her and kissed her again.

Hands roamed, tongues rolled, and heat rose.

Troy had lay Gabriella down onto the cool sand and lifted her body up. His hand traced to the back of her and unclasped her bra. She moved up a little so she was kind of sitting then removed the bra herself, wanting him to get a full view of her body.

The cool wind blew on her breast as soon as they were exposed. Troy reached out and licked them down. Gabriella threw her head back, biting her lip to prevent sounds to escape her bruised lips. Troy once again, pushed her body down and climbed on her. He licked down from her breast to her belly ring and circled it.

Gabriella, wanting to feel his lips on hers again, grabbed his head and moved it back to her lips. The kiss turned hot in a matter of seconds, their tongues battled fiercely. Gabriella moved her hands down his perfect six pack to his jeans. She unfastened his belt buckle and quickly slipped it out the hoops then dropped it to the ground where most of their other clothes were.

Troy stopped her before she could continue. He pushed her back down onto the sand and hooked his fingers around the lacy material covering the place that ached the most. "These, need to come off," he whispered in her ear which sent shivers down her back. They just looked into each others eyes for a moment then Troy moved the material down her tanned legs.

Once completely nude, Gabriella could feel the late summer night air flow through her. Troy traced her thigh then moved to the inner thigh..."Hurry up," Gabriella demanded. Troy just grinned and pushed his fingers into her folds. Gabriella squealed as the unfamiliar feeling rolled through her. She had only had sex once, and that was a big mistake. It was when she was only just 14 years old. She thought she loved him and they did it, but then he cheated on her the very next day.

Troy pumped his fingers in and out of her and Gabriella clutched her eyes closed. She may be drunk, but she knew that this felt good. Very good. She could feel her orgasm coming closer to her.

His fingers pumped faster and her walls tightened. Then, she spilled. Troy pulled his fingers out of her and brought his fingers up to his mouth. The white liquid dripped down from his finger and onto her belly. "Mmm," he hummed as he licked his fingers. He brought his hand down to her mouth and Gabriella opened her mouth taking in his middle finger and index. She swirled her tongue around them taking up her own juices until his fingers were cleaned.

Gabriella then wasted no time to get up and push Troy to the ground. She threw her hands at his rough jean material and unbuttoned what she hadn't finished. She pulled the clothing down his legs and smirked as she saw the huge mount that poked out of his Calvin Klein Boxers. "Someone is excited."

"Yeah, well when you're that sexy, what's not to get excited about?" Gabriella snickered and pulled the boxers off of him. His erect penis was in show and Gabriella took it in before wrapping her small hand around him.

She squeezed ever so lightly and started moving her hand up and down. Troy grunted at the touch and held his head back.

Gabriella stopped her actions, but brought her head down to his length. Troy groaned as her hot breath hit him. Gabriella started with the tip of him before bringing him all the way in. She moved her head up and down and swirled her tongue around him and Troy could feel him starting to come.

Surely enough, he did. Gabriella sucked all of him up before moving back up his body and kissing him.

"Are you ready?" Troy asked her. Gabriella just nodded and sat up on him. Troy reached to his pants pocket and puller out a condom. Gabriella took it from him and rolled the latex on his penis. She adjusted herself so he could enter. It didn't hurt as much as it did her first time, but it did hurt. She started moving up and down on him slowly so she could get through this feeling. And soon, she did.

Her pace quickened as she rode him. The moans of pleasure escaped from her chest to the back of her throat and rolling out of her mouth. Troy watched as every time she slammed down onto him, her breast bounced too. The two were somewhat connected inside of each other. Moans were escaped and hands roaming started again.

"Oh!" Gabriella squeaked out once more as her orgasm took over her. The wave of it made her explode out on the condom. Breathlessly, she rolled out of him and down next to him. She had to admit it, it was the best drunken sex she had ever had. And of course, the only drunken sex she had ever had.

This can't be happening. It can't Gabriella buried her head in her hands as she sat completely naked with a stranger. Not to mention, the stranger she had met in a graveyard! And they had...sex. She doesn't remember any of it, but they were both naked and laying behind a rock. That has to have a sign in it. "You look stressed."

The voice startled her and she looked down at him. "What?"

"You seem stressed..."

"Well of course I am! For God's sake we had sex!" Gabriella winced as she yelled. She hated hangovers. "Oh my God. My sister."

"Yeah, you said something about her last night."

"God, I need to get out of here. Abbie's probably freaking out," Gabriella said more to herself. She scrambled to her feet and looked for her clothes. Troy couldn't help but smirk as she wandered around naked for her clothes. Yes, he was checking her out, and yes she looked amazingly stunning. Even with Sand covering her.

Gabriella quickly got dressed, trying her hardest to forget about the aching pain her head was causing her. It felt like somebody just jabbed her head into a blender and turned it on. She then took notice on Troy and he was still naked. "Don't you need to be somewhere?"

"Yeah, but my head hurts. I can't even think straight."

"Yeah, well I'm going. Thanks for the...eventful night," Gabriella grabbed her bag and started walking away. Troy sighed and called after her. "Wait!"

"Yes," Gabriella said turned to him. she had to admit it, he did look sexy naked, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't know him. "Can I at least have your number?"

"Sorry, but I have to go." Gabriella threw him a quick smile and quickly walked away. Troy sighed and as well, got dressed.

Gabriella continued walking until she saw Elizabeth. "Lizzie?" Gabriella called out to her sister. Elizabeth turned and smiled as she saw Gabriella. Gabriella walked up to her. "What happened last night?"

"Fell asleep behind the bar. And you?"

"Uh, well I, uh..."

"Oh my God! You had drunk sex!"

Gabriella hushed her little sister. "Shut-up! And, yes, I did, but I regret it. God, I should've never came."

"Who was he?"

"Some guy I met at the grave yard the first day we came, just come on." Gabriella grabbed Lizzie's arm and the two walked silently home.

"Where were you two?" Marcus asked as he looked at the two girls. His jaw was clenched tight and his voice was hard. "You come back at 6AM in the morning, not even looking half decent! What is wrong with you!" The girls were now shrunken back into the couch Andrea grabbed his arm ad calmed him. "Marc, calm down. They're just kids. They didn't know any better and they won't do it again. Right girls?" Andrea slightly turned her head towards the girls sitting on the opposite couch. The just nodded and Marcus''s anger boiled down. "Okay, go up stairs."

The girls obliged and marched up stair, afraid to even get a glimpse of Marcus's face. They settled in Gabriella's room and she just wanted to get out of these clothes. Her body ached from sex, her hangover, and sleeping on the ground. "I feel like crap," Gabriella said. "And look like it too." Gabriella looked at herself through her mirror. Her eyes had bags, her hair grainy, and sand mixed in with her skin.

"I'm taking a shower. You use your own." Gabriella took her towel and clothes before stepping into the shower. The shower head sprinkled down the warm water and Gabriella started her daily shower. It felt good to relax into reality. That was until she saw something, something that made her eyes go wide. Quickly, her hands attacked the shower tap and she turned it off. There, in the corner of the shower, was a small video camera. She grabbed her towel and walked out of the shower. Cold chills ran up her spine of the thought of someone watching her. But, who? Marcus? No, he's her uncle. Andrea? She is not a lesbian.

Gabriella looked cautiously around her before walking over the threshold and into her bed room. Okay, so if there are cameras in the shower, there must be some in the bedroom. Gabriella quickly got dressed then stood on her bed. She looked at every visible space a camera would be. None. Okay.

Carefully, she stepped off the bed and jumped just as quickly when she heard someone talk. "What are you doing?" Gabriella spun around to see Andrea standing there.

"I—I, was just looking at the, uh, paint. It looks, uh, chipped," Gabriella struggled. Andrea nodded once before walking over to where Gabriella stood. "Watch it," Andrea whispered. She turned about face and out of her room. Gabriella stared after her. Okay, she wasn't liking her stay too much. Maybe, she just needs a small walk to take things off of her mind. Yeah, that's best.

Gabriella tied on her converses and walked down the steps. The house was quiet. Lizzie was still taking her shower, Cabbie was watching TV, and Andrea was cooking. Where was Marcus. Gabriella took this as a chance and quickly walked down the stairs. She opened the front door soundlessly and walked out just as soundless. The door only made a 'click' noise.

The warm morning wind rustled through Gabriella's dark curls as she walked down the sidewalk. Remembering what her mom told her, Gabriella wrapped her arms around herself. Why did she have t come here? It's so creepy. As she went around the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks as she just stared down at the bloody body of a girl about her age. Gabriella blinked once before screaming. "Help!" She looked up and noticed a figure running. Gabriella ran after him. God Gabriella, Gabriella thought. You are dumb. Who chases after a killer?

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