Another chapter for all of you! Happy reading!
Jane hadn't even thought about it before jumping on her bike and speeding off toward O'Henry Drive. She remembered passing it the other day on her way to school, she had taken the long way to drop off some mail at the post office. Fifteen minutes later she stood outside of the house across from 4517. The street lights illuminated the faded and chipped paint of the house. The lower windows were covered in grime from the inside and a thin yellowy light shone from one of the upper windows. Jane walked up to the door and knocked. "I'm an idiot." She mumbled to herself. A few seconds later the door started to open. Jane plastered on her best fake smile and looked up at the man who had taken her best friend. "Hi!" she said chirpily. "I'm selling girl scout cookies. May I come in?" The man looked her up and down, and she noticed the stains on his shirt. She watched as he grinned to himself. "Okay." He stated simply and held the door open wider. Jane walked past him into the dimly lit, smelly home and followed him to the kitchen. She began talking nonsense about Girl Scout cookies until he raised his grubby hand as if to0 silence her. "I know who you are." He stated. "I also know that neither one of you bitches are going to leave alive!" He lunged at Jane and smacked her into a wall. She stumbled back shaking her head before bolting for the door all the while yelling, "Maura! Maura I'll be back!" She got to the door and ripped it open but before she could get all the way out he grabbed her by her raven curls and dragged her deeper into the house. He pulled her to the back, down the hallway to a room and through the door. Inside Jane heard a small voice whimper in fear before the man dropped her to the floor and began to kick her in the abdomen and chest. "Stupid! Bitch! Thought. You. Could. Take. My. Prize. Away!" He punctuated each word with a savage kick. After ten minutes of brutal beating Jane had gone limp, lost to unconsciousness. Fifteen minutes after that she was barely breathing.
