I forgot to update this! Sorry!
Friday has come earlier this week to the girl. She did nothing but mourn the whole week. She didn't want to do anything else.
She certainly didn't want to come face to face to a murderer that killed everyone that meant most to her.
She looks at the house one last time. Not everyone, but still...
The girl hastily gets on her black outfit and leaves out her window, climbing on the old rope she used so many times before. She was still shaken up by the deaths and all she wanted was to just sit and mourn.
No, she wanted to go back in time, to relive all her memories. No, she wanted to see them again, one last time. Yes, that's what she wants to do more than anything! It burns into her mind like a craving. A dying wish. Her thoughts whispered ideas to her, ways to fulfill this hungry desire.
Just let go, they echoed. Then, you will be with them forever.
Her hands shook rapidly on the rope as she climbed down, her tears overflowing. No, I can't. They wouldn't want that. They wouldn't like that. They want me to live.
So, with shaky hands, she climbed down the rope, landing with a satisfying thump. She brushed off the dirt from herself and started to walk down the dark path.
As soon as she saw him, everything turns white. She falls with a shrieking cry and tries to steady herself on her feet again but fails. Sitting on the ground, she rubs her bruised eye.
"Ow, that... really hurts," she whispered.
"You think I have any remorse for you now? You should have known that when I shot up that club," he says wickedly, looking down at her.
The girl doesn't respond, looking away with her only good eye.
"You know, I had to settle with fewer amounts than usual because of your stupid ass. Where's my $250 at?"
She bits her lip, sweat dripping from her brow. He knows. "I don't have it. You took everything I have."
"Everything?"
She nods, trying her hardest not to look up at his glare.
The boy chuckles, sitting down with her.
"I guess this is the end of our journey, huh?" He sighs looking at the sky. The girl tenses at his words. No, he can't be thinking of...
"I wonder which of your nerd friends I have to get next for your replacement~"
The girl perks up, staring daggers at the boy. "Don't you get them into this! You already have done enough..."
"Oh, you mean murdering their families? That was your fault, by the way."
"W-What! Did you kill their families just because of $250? You MONSTER!"
"We made a promise, remember. You didn't deliver so I went all out with my punishment. You should really be mindful of the consequences-"
"You murdered our families because of your fucking addiction?" The girl whispers under the breath. She was crying angry tears, her face flustered with ribbons of rage. The boy was surprised, she rarely did this.
The only time she saw her like this was when he shot up the literature club.
Then, he found her weakness, her love for her friends. Now, he can make her do whatever he wants! He could even make her kill herself if wanted.
But not now, she was still an important piece to his plan.
"You still have my money?"
The girl looks up, her red eye completely filled with fear (the other was swollen shut by now) as it widens in remembrance. She digs in her pockets until she finally finds a crumpled envelope. The same pink one from last week. He takes it quickly, actually counting the dollar bills.
He chuckles knowingly, causing the girl to shiver up more.
"$300 short."
"I-I can explain! I worked really hard but it wasn't enough work for a week. W-We both know that's impossible! I-just-can't do it without the others noticing! I-I-please have mercy..." The girl stood up quickly and bowed, waiting for the best.
pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-!
"Give me your phone."
The girl stood up and blinked. "...My phone..?"
"Yes."
The girl silently took out her phone. It was an iPhone 6S, a phone she really wanted when she was sixteen. She had it for years now and was content with it. It was rose gold, with a sticker of the words "Doki Doki!" she got custom made from earlier festivals.
"Ah, an iPhone 6S, huh," the boy said, a smirk on his face. "It will probably sell for $600. You take rather good care of your phones."
The girl holds her phone to her chest. "Y-you're taking it?"
"This or more murders. You wouldn't like it if somebody's aunt dies tomorrow, wouldn't you."
The girl gasps. "You wouldn't DARE do that to her."
The boy grimaces. "Wanna bet?"
The girl stares at him with pure anger before giving up and giving him the phone.
"Remeber to delete my contacts. I don't want anyone to know it's missing."
"What contacts?"
The girl bit her lip, trying not to squirm from his booming laughter. "I'm serious."
The laughter dies down. "I know."
The rest of the check went by normally, the pushing questions, the uncomfortable body examination, the gun to her chest. Wait... to her chest?
The girl tries to suppress her fear. "Why the new position?"
The gun touches the delicate fabric of her hoodie, squirming to its heart's content. "My trust of you has been lowered. Now, if you say anything stupid, I can just shoot you and get this over with."
The girl cringes. "Were you just doing that by shooting me in the head?"
"It's much more painful! You see, this gun in on your chest, not your heart. You won't die right away...or so I hope. You are weak and probably pass out the second I push this trigger."
"O-Oh."
"Just a reminder to not lie to me again."
A deep silence envelops them both as the meeting went on. The girl was filled with angry but scared to talk and the boy was simply busy. This stupid girl's fault for lying to him and he wouldn't be trying this hard. He sighs as he brushes himself off.
"Done."
The girl regains her posture, brushing off the black hoodie full of dirt and tears from sitting too long.
"D-Do you promise to stay away from my friends?"
"What about yourself? Do you want yourself to be saved from me?"
"I realized with this meeting that I have no choice. You can say anything and I will do it. You can take anything and I will accept it. You can do anything and I won't tell a soul. I-I'm your slave."
"Ah, you finally caught on." The boy chuckled at the girl's wit. "And it only took you a few dozen meetings! Makes things easier for me I guess."
The girl stared at him. Why did she let herself get sucked into this mess?!
"Now, I see you need to get going now. Got to patch up that eye before it gets infected." He points at the girl's bruised eye, purple and swollen. "If anyone asks, just say that you got robbed or something. You know what will happen if you told them about this, right?"
The girl nods silently, unconsciously rubbing her eye again.
He smiles and walks away while the girl tries to figure out how is she going to explain this to the others.
Suddenly, the 'robbed' story doesn't seem that bad at all.