Psychopaths (SCREAM 1)

Chapter 7

Amara's POV
Flashback

I was reading a book on the couch waiting for my dad to get home he was later than usual. Seems like nowadays he's avoiding me.

I suddenly hear what sounded like footsteps in the kitchen making my pulse speed up. "Dad?" I call out getting no response back.

Assuming I'm imagining things I go back to reading, but then the floorboard groaned again not once but twice.

I froze holding my breath. Someone was definitely in the house. I sat aside my book, straining to hear but my heart was pounding too loudly.

I crept into the kitchen to see it was empty, yet my heart wouldn't settle, something didn't feel right. I could feel eyes on me.

I need a weapon; I darted to the counter pulling out a chopping knife getting a good grip trying to control my shaking hands.

I look up to see the shape of a person in the window over the sink, a reflection.

I quickly turned around, a cry breaking from my lips, but there was nothing. No one. My pulse roared as confusion passed through me.

I let out a breath feeling like an idiot. "God I'm such a-"

I tight grip is on my ankle pulling me down and making me scream as I'm being dragged into the living room. The mystery person turns me over making me immediately recognize my dad's colleague, crouching over me with dangerous eyes, taking the knife from my hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" I question him struggling to get out of his grip.

"Your dad owes me a lot of money princess, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse so I'm here to collect," he says eyeing my body.

My blood runs cold. "You're lying, he wouldn't do this to me."

"Oh he did more than that." he lets go of me to dig in his pocket and bring out a familiar key. "He gave me the key, and told me you'd be here all alone"

I cry out letting tears fall, I couldn't believe he would do this to me.

"If you be a good little girl It will be over quick," he says ripping at my shirt and looking down at me lustfully.

I scream out kicking him directly in the balls making him release me and holding them, I get up to run away but not before he slices at my shoulder.

I bit my tongue holding in a cry from the pain in my shoulder. My white tank top was now covered in red blood. I ran for the garage leaving drops of blood as I went.

I ran into the garage to see my new car was gone, and mountains of bins and files were blocking the exit out. "Fuck" I cry out quietly in frustration.

I hear his voice and footsteps coming closer, " you know I've had my eyes on you for a long while." his voice made me want to throw up.

Having an idea, I move across the garage to my storage locker, opening it to see my mom's bat sitting waiting for me inside. I pull it out and smear as much of my blood as I can on the locker handle.

Hearing his footsteps nearing, I hide behind a large stack of storage bins with my bat ready.

He comes in looking around while sliding the knife down the railing. "Oh hide and seek?" he says looking around. "I love this game."

He kicks over a stack of files thinking I was behind it. "Your dad was practically begging me to take you. Said every time he saw you all he could see was your mother."

I close my eyes letting a tear fall as he kicks over more files. "Did your dad ever tell you why he left your mother?"

No, he didn't. Every time I brought it up, I got yelled at. He notices the blood on the locker and creeps over, as he gets closer I go around to make sure I'm behind him but not too close.

"He was in love with someone else." he spits out spitefully as he gets closer to the locker. "Poor weak naive little girl...I could take good care of you." he taunted as he opened the locker door to it being empty.

Before he could turn around I put my whole body into swinging my bat against his knee cap making it go an ugly opposite position he screamed out as his bones breaking echoed through the air.

I kick the knife as he holds his knee screaming. "I'm sorry. Can we please just forget this happened?" he begged still backing away.

I cock my head to the side, "who was my dad in love with?" he goes quiet rocking back and forth holding his knee.

"Should I break your jaw too?" I threatened holding the bat to his chin.

"No, please... M..Maureen P..Prescott he had an affair with her." he stuttered out releasing a breath when I lightly moved it back.

"Are you lying?"

"No everything I said tonight was true, now please help me."

I feel my eyes twitch before I immediately laugh pointing the bat at him, "Help you? that's funny."

"I told you everything I know, I promise I won't do this again. I'll even take care of your dad's debts."

I stop laughing and stomped down hard on his dick, making him cry out. "Again? You've done this before?... Of course, you have."

He whimpered and pleaded for me to stop afraid if he moves my foot I'll swing and he's right. "Did you stop when they begged?" I asked. He goes quiet not answering.

"So what you were gonna rape me then report back to my father?" he looks down not meeting my eyes. I squeeze down harder making him scream out more. "I was supposed to kill you after," he yelled out pulling against my foot.

I release my foot stepping back in shock, "he thought if the same thing happening to you... That happened to Maureen would be the best revenge toward your mom."

I look at him with anger and hatred. "Why the fuck would that be revenge?" I question coming closer. "Your dad thinks your mom, killed her out of jealousy." he breaths out holding his dick. My mom was a lot of things but a killer was not one of them. I had all I needed to know so he's no use to me.

I backed away pretending to think, "What was it you called me?" he looked up in fear as I raised the bat with both hands.

"A weak" I swing down hard and smile as the bat connects with his skull, he whimpers holding his hands out.

"Naive" I swing down hitting his skull again and getting blood on my face, his body twitched as he groaned.

"Little girl." I swung again and again until he was barely recognizable and I was completely covered in blood. He finally stops moving and whining my arms ache as I try not to throw up at the disgusting sight.

I slowly walked to the bathroom in my room feeling numb, looking at my reflection, on the inside I wanted to cry more but the tears refused to fall. I look down at my bloody hands not feeling the slightest bit guilty, he was going to kill me.

I suddenly hear keys and the front door, "Is it done, Mark?" I hear my father yell out. I smiled to myself walking into my father's room. I hear movement downstairs as I grab my father's pistol out of his drawer.

I walked down the hall slowly my bat in one hand and the gun in the other. Time to have a chat with Daddy dearest.

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