Well, this is my fic, if You were a lcbd member, u probably have read it, and I haven't updated, so yeah...this is for those who weren't a lcbd member or coolioness member.

Gone to Hell

First thing I noticed when I drove through Cumming, Georgia; a LOT of chruches. There was a chruch about every ten miles. Christians don't bother me to much; they can accually be very nice when they want to be. But then there are religious fanatics. The Christians that belive that if you aren't like them, you're going straight to hell, those are the ones I've always wanted to punch really really hard. And they think Wicca is related to Saintenism! They've got issues.

Another thing I noticed was that everyone was white. Again, I've got nothing against white people, but back in Detriot, there were a lot of black people. It was about even as far as race goes. But here? I wouldn't be suprised if I was the only black Wiccian girl around.

I just had to look around to get that feeling; the feeling that you'd gone to hell and were never coming back. All I can say is, the Goddess better get me out of this and soon.

I stepped out of the car and looked at my new house. It was a plain, white house, with green shutters. It had a very green yard and a few trees around the front yard.
~"Hey mom?" I said. "I'm gonna stay outside and maybe read, ok?"

My mom nodded and said, "Kyisha, I know this move is tough for you, but you're strong, you'll be okay." Her mom had serious eyes and had obviously noticed the many white people.

I just smiled and nodded. She went inside and I saw a girl with shiny brown hair. She had a tan but a small one. She was short and wearing red capris and a white crop-top. The girl was very pretty, in a way I wasn't.

She looked at me and smiled, revelving her very white teeth. "Hi!" she said in a happy, friendly tone. "I'm Belle. You're the new girl moving in, right?"

I grinned and felt stupid doing so, but I didn't want to feel rude. "Kyisha" I said pronouncing it slowly. We shook hands and I felt my hand grow sweaty and my heart pound with nerves.

As we were shaking hands, Belle saw some girls that looked like the Plastics from Mean Girls and quickly dropped my hand. They floated like supermodels next to Belle. The leader of the three girls, a blonde who looked like Lindsey Lohan's rival in that movie studied me, from my black shirt with a pentagram on it to my dark skin. She smirked and said, in a catty voice, "Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Natalie. And you are..."
~"Kyisha," I said, tensely. Remember the Number 1 Wiccian law; A'in it harm none, do what thou wilt.

Natalie smirked some more. "So, what's that thing on your shirt? Some sort of Devil symbol? Are you some sort of Devil-worshiping nigger or something?" The trio giggled in a high and cool way. Belle didn't laugh, but she didn't defend me either. That's what really hurt me; my new, possible friend let some people trample over the new girl. And I am someone who can see things about people; I can tell by looking at peoples faces what they're like; and Belle wasn't like that normally. At least, not to people she liked.

~"Come on, girls. Let's go and check out some guys at the mall," Natalie said, tossing her hair and turning in slow motion, the other girls and Belle following suit.

I sat on the steps of my pourch for a second and started to cry. I asked, "Why me?"

First Day of School

The next day, I had to go to school. I was still feeling like I'd gone to Hell and then I thought, not everyone can be against blacks and Wiccans. There might be some Wiccans around here. Maybe they just don't go around parading that they're Wiccan.

But then I got to school. I swear, everyone was staring at me like the Devil himself just walked into their high school. I tried to ignore them, but it was hard to do after a while. Their stares cut me like a knife.

Even the teachers thought I was strange. They stared too, like an ailen just fell onto there perfect, Christian-white planet. I was wearing my comfiest T-Shirt that had the Wiccan rede on it (A'in it harm none, do what thou wilt. Basically means, do whatever you want, as long as you aren't hurting anyone) and a pentagram necklace. Probably not the smartest thing to wear, considering I had an idea what these people were like. But I figured that they better know all about the new girl before they try to talk to her.

No one talked to me that day, I had 3 pages of French homework, a paper on Romeo and Juliet's relationship with their parents, finding volumes of spheres, and I have a few days to catch up on chemistry. And lunch was getting really lonely.

Then I saw Belle. She was by herself, looking for a place to sit. She saw me and waved, I was blushing, and I was kinda mad at her about not defending me when Natalie was having a go at me. But she came and sat right in front of me. That got people staring at her for a second. Belle just gave them a glare that said, "What are you looking at?" She was really starting to grow on me.

~"Hey" she said. "How's the first day?"

I smiled and said, "The truth? This school sucks major dick."

Belle laughed so hard, I swear, I thought she was going to die from lack of air. I didn't see what was hilarious about me having a crappy day. When she stopped to take a breath, she said, "Sorry. Just--couldn't--help--it. You--have--no--idea--how--great--it--is--to--hear--someone--say--that!" Then she started laughing again. Once I understood, I started laughing too. We were both laughing so hard, I was having trobule breathing.

When we finally calmed down, Belle said, "Sorry I didn't say anything or stop Natalie from being a bitch. I feel really bad and I wanna make it up to you. Wanna spend the night at my house next weekend?"

I was kinda suprised that I was invited anywhere. I just said, "Sure. Not like I got much else to do."

Belle smiled, obviously psyched. "Cool!"

We spent the rest of lunch talking about where I used to live. Belle listened. Really listened, unlike most of my old friends. Then she said, "Let's run away, back to Detriot." We giggled some and then the bell rang.

We both walked home. It turns out Belle lives only three houses down from me. That was the good news. The bad news? Natalie lives between us. She went to her boyfriend's house, so she didn't really bother me. But some other people did.

I got a message on my phone. I was hoping it was my old friend, Bethany. Turned out to be some guy from my school.

"Hey Nigga! What's it like in Hell? Just callin' to say, get the heck out, or some bad stuff's gonna happen. Well, now you can go back to being the devil you are!"

I started crying, right then and there. What is WRONG with these people? What's the point in trying to hurt me? I decided to cast a circle, that usually makes me feel better.

I went downstairs to get some candles. I was looking all over the place and I still couldn't fine them.

I saw my mom. She looked really pissed.

"Hi mom. Um...are you okay?"

My mom glared at me. "Why didn't you tell me you were Wiccan?"

The Truth

Okay, my mom had no clue I was Wiccan. Even with all my Wiccan jewelry and clothes and candles, she never really figured it out. I didn’t tell her, because she’s Catholic. I let her drag me to church every Sunday, but even when I was about eight, I started thinking that something was weird about Catholic. I just didn’t like it. I felt that there were too many rules in order to fit with the religion and it just didn’t work for me. I usually practiced at Bethany’s house and with the rest of our coven. And my mom hadn’t even HEARD of Wicca. I guess she thought that they were just stars and cool sayings.

I sighed and fiddled with my necklace. “Just didn’t want to hurt your feelings mom. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

My mom stared at me for a few seconds. Complete silence filled the air. “Well, you did. I can’t stop you from believing what you believe, but I’ll be monitoring you. You may no longer practice Wicca. At least, not until you’re an adult, and by then, I’m going to try and restore you’re faith in God. I won’t pretend I have a clue why you’ve stopped and felt the need to practice this ridiculous religion behind my back. I’ve already burned you’re Wiccan books and materials. There’s no need for them. And on Sunday, we’re going to church and pray that you get this Wiccan stuff out of your head and ask for forgiveness.”

My mouth flew wide open and I grew wide-eyed. My own mother turning against me!

“Mom. I never really had faith in God. He’s probably a nice dude and everything, but I am NOT going to church on Sunday, or any other day for that matter. I am NOT going to pray to God, because fact is mom, He doesn’t exist. My God and My Goddess exist. I think you’re wrong, but I know not to try to make you believe what I want to believe or join a coven.” I yelled, louder than I should’ve.

My mom’s eyes started to water. She was on a verge of tears, but I was really mad. I went to my room and turned on the radio. My mom took all my “un-Godly” CDs. So I had to listen to 95.9, Home of Classic Rock. And while they’re the best radio station around, they still aren’t that good.

I looked up Belle’s number in the phone book and called her. Her mom answered. “Who is this?” she asked in a sweet, kindly voice.

I replied, trying to sound polite though I felt like screaming, “Kyiesha. Is Belle there?”

There was a momentary silence. “You’re that black devil-worshiper. Don’t go anywhere near my daughter, you understand?” she suddenly shouted.

I was crying all over again. But I was so mad, I shouted back. “I do NOT worship the devil, and even if I did, I did not call Belle to kill her or hurt her in any way. Now, LET ME TALK TO HER, OR I’LL MAKE YOU SICK WITH A DEADLY AND UNCUREABLE DIEASE!”

That was probably not the best way to become best friends with my friend’s mom, but a few seconds later, Belle was on the line.

“Nice way to handle her. Tell her you’ll kill her. Great way to get my mom to invite you over for dinner. Actually, it was pretty cool to hear her get yelled at.”

I sighed. “S-sorry. B-but I nee-eded to t-talk to yo-you.”

Belle sounded concerned. “What’s the matter?”

I told her about the phone message and my mom. She listened very carefully and said, “Hey, don’t worry about whoever called. People around here are all talk. As for your mom, welcome to my world. She tries so hard to make me just like her. It’s really irritating after a year of living with her. You can sneak over here anytime and you can teach me more about Wicca. It sounds interesting. I probably won’t become Wicca, because my mom would notice, though,” she said bitterly.

I started to feel better, but I really wanted to see her. "Can you come over? I’ll meet you my back yard.”

Belle was silent. “Natalie and I are going to the mall. I’m sorry, but this has been planned for ages. It’s her birthday tomorrow and she’s going out of town. This is like her at-home birthday.”

I groaned. Natalie. Just thinking about her O.C. body and her perfect face made me want to throw up. Of all the people she could be not hanging out with me for, it had to be Natalie. Natalie, Natalie, Natalie.

Belle sighed heavily, “Yeah, she can be really bad, but she’s still my friend, you’re gonna have to get used to it. I’m not gonna try and choose between you two, so please don’t make me.”

I just said, “Okay, not going to. I’m gonna get started on homework. I have a lot to do.”

Then Belle said, “I know you can’t spend the night over here anymore, you know, because my mom obviously hates you, but could I maybe go over there? I could just say I’m at someone else’s house and no big deal would be made from you mom. Would it?”

I just said, “I bet my mom will love you. Sure come over, if you’re sure you can find a way to get around your mom.” I was suddenly happy. Belle was spending the night on Friday! Yes!

I rushed down the stairs to check it out with my mom. She was so happy that I was making friends, she totally forgot about our fight and started making plans for what we need before she comes over. I forgave her (for the moment) and started helping. I told her we needed a lot of food, and movies to rent. I was like a little kid again. It was great
I Warned You

I was sitting by the door, waiting for Belle to come. She was supposed to be here about 30 minutes ago.

What if she blew me off? Oh my God, if she blew me off, I’d run away. She was about the only good thing going in my life right now. If it turns out she was fake…

The phone rang and I jumped. I picked it up, hoping it was Belle to say that she lost track of time and she was on her way.

“Is this Kyisha?” a familiar voice asked. Natalie. She sounded sad. She was sniffling a little too. I was disappointed that it wasn't Belle and pissed that it had to be Natalie.

“What do you want, bitch?” I asked, hiding my disappointment.

“Kyisha, don’t say that. It’s not n-n-nice. Besides, this is ab-about Belle.” She had obviously been crying, which was weird. I never though of Natalie as human, a person who’d cry about anything, except maybe Abercrombie being out of the hottest new top.

I was really worried. It sounded like something might actually be wrong. “What about Belle?”

“SHE’S DE-DE-DE—”

“Sorry, I got that she de-de-de, but that doesn’t—”

“SHE’S DEAD!!”

I didn’t believe it at first. I thought it might be a joke or a mistake. Belle was too young to die, too nice, too pretty. Too Belle.

I was silent, because I wasn’t sure if this wasn’t some joke Natalie was playing. Some very sick joke.

“Come over to the Cumming Morgue if you don’t believe me. You can see her body.”

I jumped in the car and drove as fast as I could, thinking, hoping, desperately wishing that Natalie was shitting.

I got out and Natalie said, “Thank God you’re here!” Her eyes were extremely puffy and her mascara was smeared from crying.

I couldn’t help but say, “Not God. My car and driver’s license. Where is she?”
We walked inside together and I looked down at Belle. Her face was covered with blood and bruises. Her eyes were cold and lifeless. That’s when I knew. Those once beautiful blues eyes, filled with life and fun, now cold and sad. I broke down in tears. Uncontrollable tears, streaming quickly down my face.

Belle’s mother, who looked so much like Belle does—had, said, “A note for you.” She handed me a slip of paper in an envelope.

Here’s what it said:

“Black Devil Girl,

You didn’t listen. I warned you, bad stuff was gonna happen if you didn’t leave. And this is only the beginning. I can find other stuff to do if you don’t leave.”

Belle’s mother was reading over my shoulder. She glared at me. She screamed, “SOMEONE WHO HATED YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER!! SHE WOULD’VE LIVED IF YOU’D HAVE DONE WHAT I SAID AND LEFT HER ALONE! GET OUT! LEAVE US ALONE! IF YOU COME TO HER FUNERAL, I’LL MAKE SURE YOU ARE THROWN OUT!”

I just glared back. I wasn’t going to cower. “You know what she told me at lunch yesterday? She was saying how sick of you she was and how she would rather die than stay in your house any longer. Guess she got her wish.”

I ran out of the morgue and stared the car. I was going fast, too fast. I knew it, but I couldn’t slow down. I only thought of Belle. The girl who I giggled with constantly at lunch and on the way home. As much as I hate Belle’s mother. She was right. Belle would have never died if I wasn’t her friend. She supposedly died on the street. If she wasn’t going to my house, she wouldn’t have been there. I should’ve never been her friend.

While this was going off in my head, I hit something and I fell into blackness. I might be seeing Belle sooner than I think.

Story of My Old Man

I woke up and saw a man standing over me. He had black, curly hair and chocolate colored eyes. He looked familiar.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” I sat up with surprise. I hadn’t seen my dad since I was about eleven.

“Ky! Oh, you’re awake!” He hugged me like I’d just died and come back to life. In a way, I felt like I have.

“Oh, Ky! I got here as soon as your mom called me. Ky, you scared the living shit out of me!”

I just stared with shock. I couldn’t believe he was standing in front of me after so long. “MOM called YOU. Did something happen between you guys while…what happened anyway?”

My dad just shook his head. “No, nothing happened between us. She did know that I’d want to know that you ran into a tree with you’re frigging car! Ky, what the hell? Maybe you’ve changed or I have a bad memory, but you have always been very focused on what you do. It doesn’t seem like you not to be paying attention to where you were going.”

I couldn’t help it. I was furious. “Dad, who are you to tell me what I’m like? You haven’t seen me for five fu---”

“Kyiesha! Please, there might be a priest in the halls or next door down or something.”

“I DON’T F***ING (she says the actual word, but I'm trying to cut down on teh cussing.) CARE! I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU FOR FIVE YEARS, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO TELL ME WHAT I’M LIKE?? SORRY DAD, BUT GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! YOU KNOW WHY I’M HERE IN THIS F***ING TOWN?”

My dad looked down, in shame. “No, you’re right. I haven’t seen you since you were eleven. You’ve grown a lot. And I’m not sure why you live here. Would you like to tell me?”

I just glared. “I would like you to get you’re alcoholic, drug-dealing ass out of my room and leave me alone.”

My dad looked hurt at my words. Well, what I said was true. I know the reason he left was because he was going to jail, and he had supposedly “changed”, but like I really want him in my life. Not after that one night…

But I’d rather not think about that.

My dad left, knowing defeat and his eyes red and puffy. I fell asleep, wondering why my life had to be so screwed.

~~ Dad was drunk again. Maybe high too. I could see it in his eyes. They were bloodshot, and cold, not the way they normally were. Normally, light and happy, now they were terrifying and insane.

‘Lydia! Lydia, come on, why don’t you wanna have some f***ing sex? It’ll be fuuun baaby!”

He wasn’t even in the next room saying this. I was right behind him, and he knew it. Mom was frightened to death, I could tell. She wanted to leave and never come back.

“Will, you’re high. And you are acting like a pig. Stop it, William! You’re scaring Kyiesha! Kyiesha, go to your room, honey. Dad’s not being himself right now.”

I was too scared to think about my mom being in danger. Besides, she was mom. Nothing was going to happen to her; she’d be okay. I turned around and prepared to run, but Dad grabbed me.

“Lydia, you want me to throw the kid out the window? I will, I’m not afraid to. Give me the sex or lose the kid.” He held onto me and carried me to the window. I was paralyzed with fear. I wanted to kick him, but I couldn’t. He was my dad and I loved him, no matter how he acted.

Mom screamed. “Will! Put her down! She’s only an eleven-year-old girl! Don’t you dare throw her out that window! We’re too high up, she’d die in an instant!”

Dad smiled, but not his sober smile. His evil smile. “So, come on, give me some seex, baaby giiirl.”

Mom ignored his demand and continued yelling, “Let her go! Put her down right now!”

Dad just said, “Too bad, I kinda liked the kid. He held me outside the window and his fingers let go of me. I was falling…falling into blackness ~~

I jumped out of my bed in fright. Relax Kyiesha, I told myself. It was just a dream, another nightmare. Except it really happened…Not only that, but my friend was dead and I was living in a nightmare with no one to save me.

The Funeral

It’d been a few days since Belle died. I woke up and standing over me was Belle’s brother, Eric, and his best friend and Belle’s boyfriend, Joel, (well, widowed boyfriend, anyway). They were staring at me and smiled when I woke up.

“Hi guys. Can’t give me breathing room, huh?” I grinned. I sort of liked being so close to Eric. It was comforting. He reminded me so much of Belle. They both had the same dark hair and same crystal blue eyes that were full of life.

Eric and Joel took a step back. They were both grinning. “Come on, Parker. Get dressed. Belle’s funeral’s today,” Eric said, and tossed me a black dress.

I stared at him, puzzled. “Your mom has forbidden me to go. Remember, she’ll kick me out?”

Joel grinned, kinda sadly. “Well, I got the impression that you knew Belle well enough to know she had this constant fear she’ll die and her mom will do some stupid stuff at her funeral. She was always updating what she wanted done, and who she’d give what to, that sort of thing?”

I remembered. The day before her death, she’d been talking about it. She said she’d only told a few other people knew and I was really glad I was one of the few. We talked about death, but we were never really afraid of it. We both knew that there was an afterlife and that we were gonna be okay as far as it went. I nodded in response to Joel.

“Well, her dying wish was that you’d say something about her, get all her money, CDs, books, and diaries. Even Mom wouldn’t deprive Belle of her dying wish. I guess she finally realized that she’d been pushing Belle way too hard to be what she wanted her to be. A version of herself. So, she decided, hey, what’s the point, Belle’s dead, nothing I can do, more people that love my daughter, the better.”

I got dressed and we all went to the funeral together. There were pictures of Belle everywhere. Every time I say her picture, I wanted to talk to her, laugh with her, just BE with her. I cried several times. Natalie was there. She was “crying”, but seriously, it looked like such an act. I still don’t get why they were ever friends.

When the actual eulogy started, Eric started talking about Belle. He said beautiful words about her, about how she loved life and most people around her. I was about to cry, but it ended before I could. Eric said, “Now that I’m done, Belle wanted Kyiesha Parker to say something. Kyiesha, come here.”

I walked slowly towards the front of the room. I was really nervous. Belle is just someone you can’t really describe. That’s part of why we were so close. We didn’t need to explain everything. There was just this strong feeling between us.

“Um…I didn’t really know Belle as long as I’d have wanted to…but she was really sweet and…”

I looked at everyone, and no one was really paying attention. I wasn’t even sure if everyone was thinking about Belle. Natalie was staring at the back of Sean McLeish’s head and her cronies were starting to giggle in the back. I was getting mad. Belle deserved so much more than girls who only cared about boys.

“You know what I did know about Belle? She didn’t put up with any sh—crap. She didn’t let people push her around, at least most of the time. She didn’t put up with prejudice either. I know most of you people in this room wish I wasn’t here. You want me to go back to Detroit, but fact is I’m staying here. For good. But Belle…she didn’t tell me to leave because of how I looked and who I prayed to. She was friendly, she sat with me at lunch. She sat with ‘the Devil Nigga’. She gave me hope in this town and in this life. Just by being who she was, she was the best.” I ran outside, tears streaming down my face.

Someone grabbed my shoulder gently and said, “What you said was way better than what Eric said. It’s like you said what I wanted to say, but couldn’t say. Thanks.”

It was Joel. I turned around, and both our eyes were red and we both looked like a wreak. I didn’t know Joel very well. I’d talked to him once. We were assigned to be partners in chemistry and he wasn’t very talkative. Belle mentioned he was her boyfriend and I asked him what he was doing over the weekend. Well, I wanted to get on SOMEONE’S good side. Aside from Belle’s, that is. He said he was going to go to the movies with Belle on Saturday. End of conversation.

Despite our small amount of contact, he hugged me and I hugged him back and cried desperately. He started crying too. It felt nice. And then Eric came out.

“Hey guys. Parker, you wanna talk?”

I didn’t really, but I went over to him. He hugged me and it felt good. Not only good, great. He smelled clean, and started saying, “Don’t worry, you’ll see Belle again. And if not, she’s still in your heart, your memory, your soul.” He pulled back for a second and looked down at me. He kissed me gently on the forehead. “Want a ride home? I don’t think it’s good for you to drive in this condition.”

I nodded and I put my arm around him as we walked to his car. And then it hit me. I think I have a crush on Eric Montgomery. Maybe it’s more…I’ll have to wait and see.

The Mystery Killer’s POV: That Filthy Kyiesha Parker

He was thinking about the dirty girl, Kyiesha Parker as soon as she left. He really hated her. She didn’t believe the way to Heaven, she was doomed to Hell. Not only that, but she was going to drag Belle with her.
I can’t believe we hugged. I can’t wait to get home and take a shower to rid the filth of her body. But in order to know how to destroy her, he had to know her and become her friend. It was sick, the way the world worked.

Belle, if you were alive, you’d hate me. I love you Belle. I had to save you. And, well, murder might be the only way to save you from yourself. And from that filthy Kyiesha Parker

The Funeral

It’d been a few days since Belle died. I woke up and standing over me was Belle’s brother, Eric, and his best friend and Belle’s boyfriend, Joel, (well, widowed boyfriend, anyway). They were staring at me and smiled when I woke up.

“Hi guys. Can’t give me breathing room, huh?” I grinned. I sort of liked being so close to Eric. It was comforting. He reminded me so much of Belle. They both had the same dark hair and same crystal blue eyes that were full of life.

Eric and Joel took a step back. They were both grinning. “Come on, Parker. Get dressed. Belle’s funeral’s today,” Eric said, and tossed me a black dress.

I stared at him, puzzled. “Your mom has forbidden me to go. Remember, she’ll kick me out?”

Joel grinned, kinda sadly. “Well, I got the impression that you knew Belle well enough to know she had this constant fear she’ll die and her mom will do some stupid stuff at her funeral. She was always updating what she wanted done, and who she’d give what to, that sort of thing?”

I remembered. The day before her death, she’d been talking about it. She said she’d only told a few other people knew and I was really glad I was one of the few. We talked about death, but we were never really afraid of it. We both knew that there was an afterlife and that we were gonna be okay as far as it went. I nodded in response to Joel.

“Well, her dying wish was that you’d say something about her, get all her money, CDs, books, and diaries. Even Mom wouldn’t deprive Belle of her dying wish. I guess she finally realized that she’d been pushing Belle way too hard to be what she wanted her to be. A version of herself. So, she decided, hey, what’s the point, Belle’s dead, nothing I can do, more people that love my daughter, the better.”

I got dressed and we all went to the funeral together. There were pictures of Belle everywhere. Every time I say her picture, I wanted to talk to her, laugh with her, just BE with her. I cried several times. Natalie was there. She was “crying”, but seriously, it looked like such an act. I still don’t get why they were ever friends.

When the actual eulogy started, Eric started talking about Belle. He said beautiful words about her, about how she loved life and most people around her. I was about to cry, but it ended before I could. Eric said, “Now that I’m done, Belle wanted Kyiesha Parker to say something. Kyiesha, come here.”

I walked slowly towards the front of the room. I was really nervous. Belle is just someone you can’t really describe. That’s part of why we were so close. We didn’t need to explain everything. There was just this strong feeling between us.

“Um…I didn’t really know Belle as long as I’d have wanted to…but she was really sweet and…”

I looked at everyone, and no one was really paying attention. I wasn’t even sure if everyone was thinking about Belle. Natalie was staring at the back of Sean McLeish’s head and her cronies were starting to giggle in the back. I was getting mad. Belle deserved so much more than girls who only cared about boys.

“You know what I did know about Belle? She didn’t put up with any sh—crap. She didn’t let people push her around, at least most of the time. She didn’t put up with prejudice either. I know most of you people in this room wish I wasn’t here. You want me to go back to Detroit, but fact is I’m staying here. For good. But Belle…she didn’t tell me to leave because of how I looked and who I prayed to. She was friendly, she sat with me at lunch. She sat with ‘the Devil Nigga’. She gave me hope in this town and in this life. Just by being who she was, she was the best.” I ran outside, tears streaming down my face.

Someone grabbed my shoulder gently and said, “What you said was way better than what Eric said. It’s like you said what I wanted to say, but couldn’t say. Thanks.”

It was Joel. I turned around, and both our eyes were red and we both looked like a wreak. I didn’t know Joel very well. I’d talked to him once. We were assigned to be partners in chemistry and he wasn’t very talkative. Belle mentioned he was her boyfriend and I asked him what he was doing over the weekend. Well, I wanted to get on SOMEONE’S good side. Aside from Belle’s, that is. He said he was going to go to the movies with Belle on Saturday. End of conversation.

Despite our small amount of contact, he hugged me and I hugged him back and cried desperately. He started crying too. It felt nice. And then Eric came out.

“Hey guys. Parker, you wanna talk?”

I didn’t really, but I went over to him. He hugged me and it felt good. Not only good, great. He smelled clean, and started saying, “Don’t worry, you’ll see Belle again. And if not, she’s still in your heart, your memory, your soul.” He pulled back for a second and looked down at me. He kissed me gently on the forehead. “Want a ride home? I don’t think it’s good for you to drive in this condition.”

I nodded and I put my arm around him as we walked to his car. And then it hit me. I think I have a crush on Eric Montgomery. Maybe it’s more…I’ll have to wait and see.

The Mystery Killer’s POV: That Filthy Kyiesha Parker

He was thinking about the dirty girl, Kyiesha Parker as soon as she left. He really hated her. She didn’t believe the way to Heaven, she was doomed to Hell. Not only that, but she was going to drag Belle with her.
I can’t believe we hugged. I can’t wait to get home and take a shower to rid the filth of her body. But in order to know how to destroy her, he had to know her and become her friend. It was sick, the way the world worked.

Belle, if you were alive, you’d hate me. I love you Belle. I had to save you. And, well, murder might be the only way to save you from yourself. And from that filthy Kyiesha Parker

That Man

When I got home, my mom and dad were sitting on the couch. They both looked up the second they saw me. I stared at them, in awe for a second. It looked like they had just…no that couldn’t be it. My mom hates my dad, ever since…

“Kyiesha. How did the funeral go? You should’ve called me; I’d have picked you up. Did you drive home?” My mom questioned me, in concern.

“Eric, Belle’s brother, drove me home. And mom…it was my friend’s funeral. It was not ‘good’.”

“Oh, right, oh course. Kyiesha, sit down, will you?”

I sat and noticed my mom and dad were holding hands. Either someone died or dad got her on drugs. Wouldn’t be the first time he tried…

“Kyiesha, honey.” Mom smiled. “Your father and I…well, since you’ve been in the hospital, we’ve been talking and…well…”

“We’re dating!” my dad yelped. I guess he was sick of my mom trying to find the way to say it. My mouth dropped wide open. I was in total shock. After what he did, she was just going to forgive him, like nothing happened?

“Mom! Are you crazy? Are you forgetting what he’s like? He tried to KILL me! An attempted murder and drug peddler and you FORGIVE him? Well, I don’t.”

My mom looked down for a second. “Forgiveness is important. God wants us to forgive each other and love unconditionally.”

“Mom! I am so sick of your bull! If God existed, I wouldn’t have been thrown out a window by HIM,” I pointed to that man known as my dad, “AND BELLE WOULD BE A FEW HOUSES DOWN AND NOT DEAD! I WOULD NOT BE LIVING IN A HELLHOLE AND YOU WOULDN’T TELL ME NOT BE WICCAN IF I WANTED TO BE!!” I was out of breath and my face was getting redder by the second.

My parents were speechless. I ran up the stairs. I sat on my bed for a while, thinking about life and how much it sucked.

Someone opened my door. HIM. That man. “Ky, I know you hate it. It’s obvious. All I can say is if I could go back in time somehow, I would. Honestly. Ky, I love you. I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t. Can I tell you something now?”

I just glared. All bull. Complete bull. Though why he was bothering, I’m not sure. Guess he takes pleasure in being an ass. “I guess.”

“There’s a spirit in your room. It’s been here since…Friday, eight o’clock, I think. About an hour or less after the spirit died.”

I was kinda disappointed there wasn’t more ‘I love you’s. As much as I hated to admit it, even if it was bull, it was convincing bull. And I had totally forgotten about THAT MAN’S obsession with spirits. He was pretty psychic. But now, of all times, he had to talk about them?

“Do you know WHO this spirit is?” he asked, raising his eyebrows, as if I should know. I shook my head, clueless where he was going with it. “Look at your dresser.”

The whole thing seemed stupid. Why should I care about this mysterious spirit? What, my great-great-great grandma come to tell me how wonderful my old man really is?

I took a gasp of air when I read what was carved into the wood.

“It’s Belle”

You’re NEVER coming back, NEVER!

“Dad, get out please. I really want to be alone right now,” I tried to say calmly, but was kinda freaked. I never actually BELIEVED that ghosts were real.

He nodded and left. “Belle…Belle, is it really you?” Silence. “Belle, if you’re here, make some noise!” I shouted. The phone rang.

I answered it, a little scared. Was it a coincidence or was Belle really proving she was here?

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Hey, Parker. It’s Eric. Eric Montgomery. Yeah, I wanted to ask if you wanted to, you know, maybe go to the Skate City on tomorrow? It’s gonna be me, Joel, and Natalie Welsh. How about it?”

I groaned at the sound of Natalie’s name. “Natalie’s going? Does she have to?”

“Well, it was gonna be Joel, Natalie, Belle, and me, but then Belle…Well, I just don’t want to cancel with the date Nat or have Joel to feel left out. And he already likes you. Besides, it’d be so great if you were there. I’ve already told Nat that I was going to invite you and she swears to be civil. I would really like you to come.” He whispered the last sentence. He seemed so sincere. But he said he didn’t want to cancel the DATE WITH NAT. Natalie was going out with Eric. What is it with the Montgomerys LIKING this bitch.

“Ok. Why not? I mean, aside from the Natalie thing.”

“Cool. I’ll see you then.” He sounded like he was smiling. Oh…Eric smiling…

We hung up. I went downstairs and on the way, I heard my mom and dad talking in the kitchen.

“Yeah, I told her that Belle’s ghost was there. I feel like it’s Christmas eve and I’m stuffing Santa’s presents in her stocking,” my dad said, with a slight chuckle.
“Will! What did you do? I mean, aside from telling her that. I mean, it doesn’t seem like she would believe you. At least, not yet.”

“While she was at the funeral, I when to her room and wrote, ‘It’s Belle’, and I told her there was a spirit in her room,” he laughed. “I feel bad about lying to her, but I couldn’t help it. I know that losing someone is depressing, and I wanted to help her feel not-so-lonely. I know it was probably wrong, but it was the only way I could think of to help.”

I dashed quietly back to my room, not sure how to feel. I knew my dad had best intentions in mind, but I was still mad that he lied to me. And I was also depressed that Belle wasn’t really a ghost in my room. I turned on the radio and heard “Predictable” by Good Charlotte. I love that song, so I was singing along, getting lost in the lyrics and the beat.

“Knew it all along…So predictable…Knew something would go wrong…”

When it got to the part when Joel Madden started singing,
Why I'm so cold,
why I so broken
I don't even know, this story's never had an end.
I've been waiting,
I've been searching,
I've been hoping,
I've been dreaming you would come back,
But I know the ending of this story.
And you're never coming back,
Never... “

The word ‘never’ just killed me. I started crying, thinking of Belle, thinking and of my dad before he was always drunk. I cried myself to sleep, waiting, searching, hoping, and praying to the God and Goddess, and dreaming that they would come back. But I know this ending. Belle is never coming back. And neither is the dad I used to know and love.

POV OF A GUY: Too Kyiesha

He wanted to see Kyiesha Parker. Badly. It was hurting him so so badly. His heart was aching for her, desperately. He really didn't want to go to Skate City. He loved skating, but he remembered seeing Belle there. And he really didn't want to be around Natalie...ever. He didn't even know why they ever talked. But if Kyiesha was gonna be there...

Well...how could he pass it up? She was too unique, too beautiful, too...well...too Kyiesha. He was gonna go. And he was gonna enjoy it.

A mother’s love

I love skating. I’ve spent half my life on rollerblades. When I skate, it’s like I’m flying on the ground, with no heights involved. My dad taught me how to skate, before he got became a drunk and a drug seller. That’s why I was psyched to go to Skate City, since I haven’t skated since a few weeks before I moved. Plus, Eric was gonna be there. How could I resist?

Well, a bitch named Natalie Welsh is the answer to that question. And it turns out she can’t skate to save her life. She kept falling on me. And she always made it sound like I ran into HER. It was so annoying! “Watch where you’re going, Kyiesha!” she shriek. Bitch.

But aside from that, I have to admit, it was fun. Eric, Joel, and I raced each other. Joel was an awesome skater. He beat me several times. But I am still better than both of them. We also played Air Hockey. Joel and I against Natalie and Eric. Joel and I won, obviously, because I am so kick-ass at air hockey. Well, also because Natalie was afraid she’d break her nails.

I was so excited when Natalie was dropped off first on the way home. Because the whole time, I’d been having the feeling Eric might like me. Whenever Natalie kissed him, I kinda saw him looking at me. I am really hoping that it is not just my imagination. Later Joel was dropped off.

“Hey, Ky,” he said. “Call me later, okay. Really want a re-match on that last race. I could’ve soo beat you!”

“J, you got nothin’ on this nigga! Besides, if you can’t even skate backwards, you are so screwed against me!” I laughed.

“Hey, not my fault that that dude ran into me!” he laughed. I could see why Belle went out with him…he was kinda cute. And a good skater.

“Yeah, a dude that was a foot away from you still had the power to push you down.”

Joel laughed, and then he finally got out. It was Eric and me. Alone.

“So, Eric. That was a lot of fun. Thank you so much for inviting me. It got my mind of all that sucks.” I smiled, and stared into those clear blue eyes. It felt like they were staring at me. It was hard to see what he was feeling.

“No problem. Can I tell you a secret?”

I nodded, really wanting to learn about Eric.

“My mom…she…well…she was never really nice to Belle. See, Belle was kinda a…not sure how Belle would feel, having me tell you this, but…I really have to tell someone. Belle was bisexual.”

“What?” Well, that kinda killed what might’ve been a romantic mood. I was kinda disappointed, but really shocked too.

“Yes, I know. She’d only told me and Joel. Anyway, our mom found out, and…well…I dunno, she became sort of abusive. She wanted to send Belle to a psychologist to see what was wrong with her. She was always saying stuff like, ‘what is wrong with my daughter? What did I do to make her thing liking a woman in a romantic way was appropriate?’ She told Belle she could have as many boyfriends as she wanted, but no girlfriends. Belle had a crush on a girl, who was supposedly a lesbian, but mom found out, before Belle could do anything. She hit her and screamed, ‘If you get involved with that girl, I will do worse than hit you!’. It scared Belle to death. It was horrible. That’s why I think Belle enjoyed spending time with you so much. She felt you wouldn’t care about that kinda thing. Everyone else did. Even I felt awkward about the situation. Plus, she never missed a chance to bug the heck outta mom.” Eric’s eyes were watering, and then tears went down his cheeks, slowly. He tried to hold them back, but they just rolled down faster.

I wanted to smack Belle’s and Eric’s mom until she died. If one of them should be six feet under, it was her mom. A mom shouldn’t abuse. A mom should love a daughter. Mrs. Montgomery was lucky, but she couldn’t see it. I felt a sadness for my late friend. Even in the shittiest of times, I had at least one thing; a mother’s love. Belle didn’t. I cried for her, in my heart and soul.

“Kyiesha, can I do something?”

“Sure.”

He leaned forward, and our lips met. As much as I knew he was feeling horrible, I was happy. We kissed for a few minutes and the rest of the shitty world was non-existent.

A series of Unfortunate Events

Joel called me on Monday (three days after the kiss with Eric) at six-thirty. He asked if I wanted to hang out and shoot some hoops. As much as I hate to admit it, I am a closet athletic freak. Cuz only preps and show-offs are supposed to like sports. But what can I say? It’s a good way to let out anger.

“Hey Ky. How’s it goin’?” He greeted me as he threw the basketball towards the hoop. He made it in. It was a fairly easy shot though. He grinned at me. Like I was supposed to be impressed with THAT shot.

“Give me the ball,” I shouted. I was about five feet away from the end of the driveway which was kind of far away from the basket. He looked at me like I was crazy. Then he shrugged and passed it to me. I dribbled it four times (my lucky number), and took a shot. Magic seemed to happen as the ball soared towards the basket, and then fell through. Joel stared at me, like I’d been possessed by Michel Jordan or Kobe Bryant. I just shrugged. “I’ve practiced.”

“Obviously,” he said, grinning. “I didn’t know you were into basketball.”

“Yeah, well, basketball, skating, soccer, cheerleading---”

“WHAT!” Joel shouted. He jumped a few feet. “You? Cheerlead? That’s like Natalie becoming a Marilyn Manson look-a-like.”

I grinned. Yeah, I knew the cheerleader cliché. They were all girlie and annoying, popular, know-it-alls, blah, blah, blah. Well, all I’ve got to say it that cheerleading is a lot harder than most people would think. It used to annoy me when people were shocked at the thought that I was a cheerleader, but know, it’s funny.

“Yep. Learn something knew everyday, huh?” I smirked at him.

He laughed. “Let me guess, you’re thinking I’m a closed-minded asshole, right?”

“I thought that unless someone is calling me a ‘devil-worshipping nigga’, cussin’ was outlawed or something.” I knew I was sounding like a smart-ass, but it’s kinda hard to control myself sometimes.

He rolled his eyes. “Puh-lease. Cussing is only wrong is you believe in God and all the shit. I’m more spiritual, or whatever, ya know? Like, I believe there’s an afterlife and some invisible forces and stuff, but no God or whatever.”

I was kind of shocked to find I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t into going to Mass every Sunday. But pleasantly shocked.

“So…are your mom and dad into the only spiritual thing too, or are they Christians too?” Maybe Joel knew how to handle Christian parents.

“Well, I don’t know about my dad. He kicked the bucket when I was about four, after my parents’ divorce. Think it was heart failure or something like that. And my mom doesn’t care that much about religion, as long as it doesn’t include murdering people, she’s cool.”

It was strange to hear about a mom that didn’t care what your religion was. My mom lives for religion. Sunday was her favorite day of the week. As for my dad…well, why did it matter?

“So…how are your parents feelin’ about your religion…what was it…I know I heard about it on the WB…um…on ‘Charming’?”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s ‘Charmed’, blondie. As for my mom, she’s freaked. She didn’t know until about the second of thrid day I was here. And she burned all my books and CDs that are ‘turning me from God’.” I rolled my eyes a second time.

He winced when he heard about the burning. “What about your dad?”

I glared at him. “I don’t give a rat’s ass what he thinks. But to answer you’re question, he’s thrilled. He’s a witch too. Last time we talked about it, anyway.”

Joel looked at me kind of weird. “You shouldn’t talk about your dad that way. He was the one who took you to the hospital when you got into that accident. And he wouldn’t leave your side, except when he had to. Besides, he’s gonna be in the same place my dad is, and you won’t see him again.”

I glared really hard. “YOU don’t know what he did to me when I was eleven. YOU don’t know what he did for a living. So I don’t think YOU should be giving ME advice on how to interact with my father, GOT IT.” I turned and ran away.

“Hey Ky! I’m sorry. Ky! Come back here!”

I ran until I got back to my house, where I froze. I looked at my house. Or what WAS my house. Maybe I'm really supposed to be one of those kids from that movie, A Series of Unfortunate Events. Cuz there were a LOT of unfortunate events, lately


The Killer’s POV: Partner in Crime

“So, Natalie, here’s the plan. You go to Kyiesha’s house. Sneak inside and light a match. Try to get it on something flammable. Make sure no one is home. That way, they won’t have time to put it out. Make sure it’s sort of dark around then, so neighbors won’t see you, okay?”

Natalie replied, “Glad to do it. Maybe they’ll get out of town then.” She laughed the way cheerleaders laugh: false and high-pitched. Ah, who could ask more of a partner in crime? Sexy and devoted to getting the Parkers out of town.

I smiled. “Natalie, call me later, ok? But we don’t want them out of town. We want them dead.”

He hung up and smiled at the clock. 6:25. In an hour or two, Kyiesha Parker’s house would be destroyed. All thanks to his brilliant partner in crime. Now, he had to call the victim herself and make sure she was out of the house.

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OFF-LIMITS

“Woah! Ky, what happened?”

I turned around and saw Eric, with a look of worry on his face. I started to stare at his wrinkled forehead…it was a sexy forehead…ACK! Ky, stop thinking about some guy’s FOREHEAD! You’re house has been burned to the ground!

“The house burned down. Do you have a cell phone?”

He handed me his phone. I dialed my mom’s cell.

“Hello?” It was my dad. My mom never let anyone touch her cell phone. She had this fear if anyone but her handled it, it would break or something…

“Dad, WHERE IS MOM?!?”

He sighed. “Well, the house got on fire and she was taking a nap and now she’s at the hospital—”

“WHAT!?! Dad, what hospital are you at?”

“Green—”

“Ok, I’m going there now.” And I hung up.

“Eric, can you give me a ride?”

He frowned. “Sorry, my break line is busted, it’s in the shop.”

I guess he saw how I was reacting. “I’ll call Joel, his car is the best.”

So, he called and we got the car. I was still mad at Joel, but if my mom was hurt, I was gonna put my anger for him out of the way.

We ran inside. I saw my dad, looking nervous. “WHERE THE FREAKIN’ HELL IS MOM!?!”

Dad and Eric both looked at me like, relax. Joel, on the other hand, did not seem to care. He looked as freaked out as me.

“Kyiesha, she was burned pretty badly by the fire. 3rd degree burns. She’s in a lot of pain at the moment. And that is all I know.”

I looked at him. That was really all he knew, according to my lie-detector. “How’d the fire get started? I mean, if mom was asleep, you had to have done something. I was at Joel’s, so it had to be you!”

I was freaking out. My mom is OFF-LIMITS to pain. She’s already had enough since she met my dad, she doesn’t need any more. Eric kinda put his arm around me. It felt pretty good. But I was still freaking out.

“Kyiesha Samantha Parker, I would never set a fire, on accident or purpose. For one thing, I use candles all the time, I know how to control fire. Besides, if I set it, there would be a great possibility that I would kill, or at least badly damage, myself.”

I looked at him. “Do you have an alibi?”

“I was at the University, looking for a job as a teacher,” he said, calmly. Too calmly to be hiding anything. It was probably someone else.

The doctor came out. “William Parker?”

My dad walked over to him, Eric, Joel, and I following him. “I’m Dr. McKellen, and I have a report.”

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Some Things Never Change, But Some Do

“What is it?” my dad asked. He seemed calm for a guy who’s girlfriend is in the hospital.

“Well, her face was burned in the accident, along with her arms, legs, and most of her body. And the smoke caused some breathing problems since she has asthma. She’ll have to go into surgery. Aside from that, she’ll make it out ok. She’ll have to stay overnight for the surgery”

I sighed. She was probably going to be ok. My mom was going to be ok.

I turned around and looked at Eric. We hugged and I felt some tension I’d been holding in lately go.

Joel tapped me on the shoulder. He looked at Eric coldly for a second. Then he said, “Hey, until your house gets repaired, you want to stay at my place? My mom loves helping out neighbors, she will totally agree.”

I nodded. Better than staying in a hotel or some other sucky place. Besides, life will be one long sleepover. Why not enjoy it?

My dad said, “Ky, I know you are obviously angry at the moment, but your mother mad me swear to stick by your side. So I am going to. May I join you at your house, Joel?”

He nodded, and smiled. Great. Joel is just never going to understand that I’ve got issues with my dad that cannot be solved.

Eric tapped me on the shoulder. “Can we go outside and talk?” I nodded and he led me out. He held my hand the whole way. I’m surprised he didn’t let loose to dry it, with all the sweat that was being formed on my hand.

When we got out, we sat on a bench nearby. He looked me in the eyes. “I broke up with Natalie.” He smiled at me.

I just stared for a second. From what I’ve heard, this was supposed to be a very wow moment. Natalie and Eric were an It couple. They were voted most likely to get married right after school.

He looked a little worried, because I was really more shocked than pleased at that moment. “I dumped her because I wanted someone else. Someone smarter, prettier, funnier, and nicer. I wanted you.”

I stared at him for a second. Then I quickly leaned in and kissed him. If we weren’t outside and in public, I might’ve slept with him. Ok, probably not, but I felt that much trust in that one kiss. That much love.

I broke off and said, “Can I borrow your phone for a second? I want to call and check if my dad was lying or not about his alibi.”

He handed me the phone, obviously disappointed that I broke off. I called the operator and asked for the dean.

“Hello, this is Rachel Devaul, headmaster of the University of Cumming. How may I help you?”

“Hello Ms. Devaul. I’m Kyiesha Parker. Did you meet my father, William Parker today?”

“hm…” she said. “William Parker…I don’t believe I did. I was awfully busy this afternoon.”

I felt fury. I don’t know why I bother. My father is a liar. Period. End of story. Why do I even try to think otherwise? Some things never change. I hung up.

Eric looked a little nervous. He’s seen me break down into tears, but not so much anger. He said, “I don’t know what it is that’s going on with you and your dad, but let’s not let him ruin everything, ok? You want to go to Pizzeria, get some pizza and kick my butt at airhocker?”

I smiled. Distraction from someone who cared. Maybe some things never change, but other things do. And it looks like, at the moment, some things are changing for the better. I nodded and got into his car, feeling the best I have ever since Belle died.

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Sorry I didn't go as tradgic as usual, but I decided after the ordeal w/Kyeisha's mom, she needed a pick-me-up.

An Unexpected but Joyous Suprise

Eric and I has a blast together. He is so competitive! He tried so hard to beat me, you’d think we were in airhockey Olympics or something. It was kind of sexy, but a little annoying too. I tried to let him win, but he noticed and got mad. “Play hard! I can play the game! Don’t slack off! TRY TO WIN!!”

Talk about dramatic. Anyway, he wanted me to try, so I did. I won! Hehehe.

Instead of gracefully accepting his defeat, he scowled at me! HE was the one telling ME to play harder! I didn’t make him lose! Men are so confusing sometimes.

Anyway, we ate our pizza and it was great! Turns out we both love plain old cheese pizza the best.

I told him about my love for drawing. He was a little confused when I told him about why I loved drawing so much, creating my own world. He was just like, watch a movie if you want another world. Well, no one’s perfect. So instead we debated who was better, the Pistons or the Lakers, until my cell phone rang.

I answered, irritated that our conversation had been interrupted.

“Hey, is this Kyiesha?” I screamed with joy when I recognized the voice.

“Bethany! Omigosh, you called me!” Bethany was one of the coolest people ever. We’d been pretty good friends back when I lived in Detroit. We’d done a lot of stuff together. We joined clubs together, played sports together, and joined the coven together.

Eric just stared at me like a crazy woman possessed me. Actually, the whole Pizzeria was staring at me like I’d been possessed by a crazy woman, but whatever. I haven’t heard from Bethany since I was in Detroit. It seems so long ago.

“Heey,” she said, kinda like I was also being possessed, but she sounded happy too. “Awesome, I feel loved! Anyway, you will never never guess why I called.”

“Tell me!” I squealed. Oh, I cannot believe I squealed. I must miss Bethany more than I realized I did.

“Your dad is paying for me to fly over to Cumming!”

I screamed even louder than before. Eric looked rather frightened and the rest of the Pizzeria was glaring at me.

“Sorry about that, I am just so excited! You gotta see my ro---” and I stopped. My house had just been burned down, remember? Where is Bethany going to stay? It’ll be enough trouble for Joel’s mom to have a place to let my dad and I stay over, and my mom, if her surgery goes alright. She shouldn’t have to let in another guest too.

“What is it?” Eric asked at the same time as Bethany. ESP really creeps me out sometimes. I held up a finger to Eric, saying I’d tell him in a minute and to Bethany I said, “Well, I can’t really tell you until you get here, but we’re having some living problems. Is my dad going to pick you up?”

“Oh, I forgot, this was a surprise. I didn’t realize you didn’t know. I’m already in Cumming. Your dad is driving me to this guy named Joel’s house. Don’t worry, I know about the house burning down. Your dad told the dude’s mom that I was going to stay for a week and she said it was ok.”

I screamed again. “Tell him to take you to the Pizzeria. He’ll know which one it is, Cumming is so much smaller than Detroit.”

I looked at Eric and I remembered we were on a date. “Hey, Beth, we aren’t gonna be alone at the moment you get to the Pizzeria, I’ve got a, um…well, date here. Is that ok?” Then I wrote on a napkin to Eric that my friend was coming and asked if he minded. He nodded. Ah, I love Eric. He’s so understanding.

“Girl, you on a date? I thought all the guys were scared of us! Now it’s just me? Don’t worry, I’m good. I’d kinda like to meet the lucky guy.”

We hung up and Eric and I waited outside for Bethany. When she came out of my dad’s car, I screamed for about the millionth time today. Eric smiled. He studied Bethany. I wondered what he was thinking about her. I wasn’t too worried about him thinking she was prettier than me or whatever. Bethany was so not his type. For one thing, I know he’s a Christian. Bethany tolerates Christians, but hates the way they make Pagens appear evil. They shook hands and smiled.

We all got in the car (with my dad driving. I think Bethany gave me some kinda of natural high thing people always talk about) and Bethany and I talked about light stuff and she told me what had happened since I’d left. Turns out our friend Erika Banks started dating Matt Shawman, the same guy who’d been spreading this rumor that Bethany and I were dykes and secretly in love. That bitch.

When we got to Joel’s house, and while Dad drove Eric home, Bethany and I stood outside and watched them drive away. Eric looked back at us, Bethany especially. When they disappeared out of sight, Bethany and I looked at each other. Then we hugged.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

“Me too”

KILLER’S POV: Another Clue to destruction

He stared at Bethany and Kyeisha. They were close. Very close. Know he had another clue to destruction. She'd tried to destroy Belle by telling her about this Wiccan crap, so now he had to destroy her in every way possible. And now it looked like along with her mother, Bethany was someone else that could be used to destroy the filthy devil in disguise.

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Ky’s Mùirn beatha dàn:POV of Bethany

Seeing Ky again was so cool. Life was kinda sucking without her. The door to the dude’s house we were gonna be chillin’ in opened. I’m guessing this was Joel. Oh, Goddess, he was smokin’. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes, so dark with flecks of green. And he had kinda Ashton-Kutcher-at-his-hottest type hair. I SO wanna see him without a shirt now! Ky is crazy, she’s going for that other dude? He gave me some bad vibes. He seemed kinda closed-minded, unopen to the different. I hate those kind of people. Joel, on the other hand, seemed like a guy who’d be willing to accept that not everyone was like himself. Maybe that’s more of a hope than a vibe, but whatever.

“Hey babe!” Joel said. He walked over to Kyiesha and put his arm around her. “So, you got another girl to be part of our threesome finally? Sweet!” He put his other arm around me. Hmmm, it was so warm.

Kyiesha and I laughed. She rolled her eyes and lightly punched Joel’s arm. “Well, your other girl to pimp is Bethany. Bethy, the crazy guy I have never met before in my life is named Joel.” I laughed. I shook Joel’s hand. But while he was shaking it, I noticed he was looking at Ky. Interesting…

“Let’s get inside. I want you guys to meet Meg. She’s my twin.” I smiled. But I was a little disappointed, since it seems like he wants to be Ky’s mùirn beatha dàn (soul mate). Damnit! Oh well, this is just a crush, I’ll get over it. I have a feeling that Joel’s feelings for Ky aren’t just a crush.

Why I hold on: KY’S POV:

We went inside. First thing I saw was Meg. She was obviously his twin. They looked soo much alike, except her hair was about an inch above her elbow and she was a girl. She smiled at us. We had our introductions and we all went to their basement. It was pretty comfy, for a basement. It was like an apartment inside a house. I wish it was up for sale.

We all sat down. Meg said, “The only person I really know here is Joel, so let’s play truth or dare, get to know each other a little better. Cool?”

We all nodded. Well, Bethany leaped and squealed, but that was just Bethany being Bethany.

Meg started. “Bethany. Truth or dare?”

Bethany quickly said, “Dare, of course!”

Meg thought for a second. “Take your clothes off. All your clothes.”

We all laughed. I think Bethany regretted choosing dare. She’d never even had a boyfriend, let alone take off her clothes in front of one. But Bethany just can’t handle not taking a dare. Once she was naked, Joel whistled jokingly. I think Bethany was kind of embarrassed, but tried to cover it by going over to Joel and smacking him on the head.

“Ow! Damn, you hit hard!”

I laughed. If he thought that was hard, then he’d never be able to handle a flow-blow.
Then it was my turn. I said dare.

“French Joel!” Bethany giggled.

I was really shocked. I thought Bethany wanted someone to dare her that. She is so confusing sometimes.

I went over to Joel and kissed him. He held me tightly, but not too tightly. Our tongues glided delicately around each other’s mouths. It felt pretty good, for someone I thought of as a dear friend. But it was also awkward, since Belle was his girlfriend.

I suppose Joel realized this too and we parted from each other. He looked disappointed. Why was a mystery.

We continued into the game. The most interesting dare that came up was for Meg. She had to go over to Natalie’s house and moon her. It was so hilarious! Natalie started screaming at her. It was one of the best things that had happened since I’d lived here.

Joel was driving me crazy, though. He was the only one who didn’t want a dare. And it turns out we are better darers than truthers. He got some pretty lame questions. Except for the last one…

Bethany was the one who asked him, “Are you in love with anyone?”

She kind of looked at me when she said this, then returned eye contact with Joel. He scowled a little. “Yes, but it doesn’t matter, really. It can’t go anywhere.” Then he stomped up the stairs.

Meg and I glared at her. “Bethany Anne Wilson, why the hell did you do that! His girlfriend, who was also my friend, is dead!!!”

Bethany’s eyes widened. “I had no clue. I’m sorry. Should I go apologize?”

Meg sighed. “Let him cool off. He’ll be ok in an hour or two. Tonight was the happiest I’ve seen him in a long time. Even when Belle was alive, he never laughed as much as he did since you guys got here.”

Meg showed me and Bethany showed me the guest bedroom. It was big. There was enough room for Grizzly or two to be comfortable.

Bethany looked at me. “What’s happened since you’ve been here?”

I told her everything, about Natalie being a bitch to me, my mom discovering I was a witch, Belle’s death, the note, the car accident, my dad, the funeral, everything. Bethany looked horrified most of the time. It was the first time I ever saw her this frightened. And she’s been in some scary situations.
“You want to do a two-person circle? Maybe a protection spell afterwards too.”

I was excited. I could barely remember the last circle or spell I’ve done, it’s been so long since I’ve done magick.

We went through the routine of purifying the circle, and centering ourselves. Bethany, bless her, brought all her stuff. We did the usual circle stuff, walking around and chanting. When we were done, we decided to make a circle around the house. It took awhile, since they had some hills and a large house. Once we’d completed creating the circle, we drew Eolh, for protection. Then we used a protection spell that Bethany used long ago when she was afraid of bullys. It was just a chant that went:

"Elements of the Sun,
Elements of the Day,
Come this way,
Powers of night and day,
I summon thee,
I call upon thee,
to Protect me,
So Shall it Be."

When it was done, we walked back inside and rested in peace. I was so giddy, it was difficult to rest. Magick was still flowing through my blood. I’d forgotten the feeling until tonight. And I truly remembered why I had to hold on to everything. If I lost everything, I would still have magick. At that last thought, I fell asleep, feeling very safe for a person who’s life had been the closest thing to hell a person could get.

Good chapter,eddiebear! please write more.I like this story,i have to read it from to beginnen,though.I have read little here and there,not follow everything.
where do do you get that beatha dan,or what it was,thing? it sound like Gael, ancient scottish,or elf language,or something...

omg marie, that was awesome!! write more!!!

SOOOO AWESOME! I LOVE IT!

um...I'm not sure what it is exactly. I think I read what it was, but I forgot :P I know I got it from the Sweep series. It such a pain to go and have to find how to spell it. I think it might be celtic or what you said, Gael...but I'm not 100% sure.

and thanks guys!

Of all the Stupid Things…

The next few days weren’t very active. Mostly I stayed around Joel’s house and talked to Bethany. Except whenever Eric called. He’d always ask if I wanted to go for a walk or drive around. I’d rather eat ice cream and watch School of Rock alone. Not that Eric isn’t great, but I just don’t feel like seeing him for some reason. Maybe it’s just a bad feeling, but they say to trust your instincts. Except whenever I tried to pass it up, he sounded so disappointed. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I’d go out with him for about half the day. It was alright, but there just wasn’t the same chemistry I’d first felt. His kisses didn’t have the same wowing effect they’d first had, his touch didn’t give me pleasant goosebumps, his words of love didn’t hold my attention the way they did before. It was still there, but only a little.

Anyway, I went out with Eric. Everything was going normal. He was talking to me about the game he saw last night. I was meditating during the game, so I didn’t see it. The usual. Except when Meg called.

“Meg, what is it?” I pretended to sound annoyed that Eric was interrupted, but when he was talking, I was thinking about my old life, so it was honestly a relief.

“Ky, please come back here. I know you and Eric are---”

I cut her off, excited to not be forced to pretend that I was madly in love with Eric anymore. I care about the guy, but I know I’d be lying to myself if I thought I loved him in a romantic sense.

“I’ll be there,” I said rapidly and hung up. I turned to Eric. “I’m sorry, but Meg was really upset, and she needs me so could you drive back to her place?”

He looked a little doubtful. I guess he was seeing through the act. Well, it’d probably be better if he could pick up on the hints alone.

We drove back in silence. The silence was filled with tense feelings and jealousy. Jeez, no wonder I wasn’t all over him anymore. I hate it when guys get jealous over stupid shit.

I got out of the car as soon as I could. There was so much negative energy in the car, I thought I was going to go mad. I saw Meg sitting on the front steps of her house. She had a worried expression. Her eyes looked puffy and her head was resting in her hands. She appeared older than seventeen and weary. As soon as I got there, Meg said, “Kyiesha, I am so glad you’re here!”

She looked like she was about to cry again. “What happened?” I was a little nervous. Crying never leads to good stuff.

“J-Joel. He-he-he”

I tried patting her on the back and hugging her. I was hoping she’d calm down enough to talk coherently. If she was crying and it had to do with Joel, I’d probably be joining in soon.

“He’sondrugsIsawtheminhisroom” she managed to croak out. Instead of sadness, I was filled with anger. Of all the stupid things he could do, why drugs? First my dad, and now Joel? What is wrong with the world?

“You want me to talk to him?” I tried to hold back my anger for her sake. She nodded. I walked swiftly towards Joel’s room and opened the door. He jumped and tried to hide something from me. Probably a joint or an injection.

“Jesus, don’t you even knock?” I recognized the anger in his eyes. It was the anger from being denied what he wanted. He wasn’t high at the moment, which helped.

“What’re you hiding?” I asked, attempting to play innocent. It didn’t work.

“I’m not hiding anything!” he moaned. I glared at him. I walked towards him and pulled whatever he had out of his hand: a line of coke.

“How long has this been going on?”

“A month or two. And I been cuttin’ too. But it wasn’ enough.”

I stared at him coldly. I know he had no way of knowing about my past experiences with druggies, but I still felt like he was trying to hurt me and everyone else.

“Joel, I don’t know why you do drugs. If it’s for popularity, and in this town, I doubt it, or to help relieve pain, I’m not going to ask, because that’s crossing a line. You have to want to tell me.”

“I do,” he said quickly. Then he sighed. “I know it’s wrong. I know they’re gonna hurt me. But they make me forget about…everything. I never think pretending to be in love with Belle---“

“What!” I yelled. I was not expecting him to say that. I mean, whenever I’d been around them, they seemed so perfect together.

“Surprise surprise, huh? Belle was bi, she liked another girl. But her mom was givin’ her a hard time, and I decided to be a good friend and be a cover-up.” I nodded. It was strange. If it wasn’t Belle he was in love with, but couldn’t be with, then who was it?

“Anyway, aside from Belle, it was also her death that got to me. She was one of my closest friends. I don’t know anyone who would kill her, just to scare you off. And then when I’m high, I don’t think about how my dad had died. That’s a big one. My dad was my hero. He fought really hard to keep Meg and me. He was a great dad. Very involved, for a single guy.”

I went over to hug him. I knew what it was like, to feel like you’d lost someone necessary in your life. For both of us, it was our dads. The difference was, his dad died, and mine was a drug addict and seller who tried to kill me. Think I’d rather have him dead.

“Kyiesha, you don’t know how lucky you are to have a dad like yours. He’s a great guy.”

I looked at him for a second. Was my dad Joel’s supplier? If he was, I’d wring his neck. Just when I was feeling he might be changing, he goes back to letting me down.

“Did my dad sell them to you?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “No! Why would you think that? He’s just been great to talk to.”

I looked at him. Then I sighed. “Do you know why it bothers me so much that you’re doing drugs?” he shook his head. I sighed.

“My dad. He…um…when I was younger, he was the person I looked up too. I loved my mom and everything, but it was my dad that introduced me to Wicca. He was the one who always cuddled me and scared the nightmares away. Until I was about eleven. He lost his job. I’m not sure exactly why. But I remember we were really broke. He couldn’t find another job. So he started selling drugs.”

Joel’s eyes widened in shock. Guess he never expected his back-up hero to be such a bum.

“But when he got stressed from selling an illegal product, he started using what he was selling. He’d always come home angry and wild. My mom spent a lot of time hiding me from him. One night, he came home. He was begging my mom for sex. She knew he was high and maybe drunk too. She knew better than to do anything, so she kept saying no. But when she wouldn’t do anything, he grabbed me and held me outside the bedroom window. And may I say, we lived quite a few floors up. He said it was sex or the kid. My mom begged for him to let me go. He didn’t take it as a yes.”

“He didn’t!” Joel yelled. He stared at me with horror. I nodded.

“I remember falling. Everything else is a blur from there. I was out for a while. No one’s really sure how I survived. There was a mattress there when I fell, because some new neighbors were moving in, but I don’t think that’s it. I think…this is gonna sound stupid, but I think a spirit saved me. Maybe the spirit of one of my grandparents or maybe my sister that died during childbirth. I’m not sure, but I don’t think my surviving was just plain luck.”

Joel just stared at me, like I’d suddenly turned into a three-legged dog. “And I’M the suicidal one? God and Goddess, I don’t see how you can handle it all.”

I smiled weakly. Then he said, “I’ll quit. I promise. You’re worth more to me crack and marijuana.”

I wanted to cry. The only people who had ever said anything that were my mom and Eric. I hugged him and he hugged me back.

oooo...intense!!!!!

Aw...Joel's sweeet...Great chapter!

It Doesn’t Matter

It’d been a few days of uneventfulness. Bethany had four days left until she had to go back to Detroit. I wasn’t looking forward to it. Bethany always has had a soothing effect on me. Things seem smoother with her around. A little lighter. Plus, she’s always great to practice magick around. We’d been doing some exercises and spells to help my mom get better. When Dr. McKellen called, I was confident that she would be decent, at the very least.

“Hello, Kyiesha Parker? You mom’s out of surgery now.” I sighed, relieved that he hadn’t said anything negative. Yet.

“Please come here and bring your father too.” I told him sure and we both got into the car. No Joel, Eric, Bethany, or mom. Just him and me. I was a little scared. I just tried not to look at him.

“Kyiesha. I want to talk with you. We haven’t been able to since I got here.”

I continued to look out the window at all the churches, small houses, and general stores. Anything to avoid his face, his eyes that were once filled with hatred.

“I know you don’t trust me. I know you may never trust me. If I was you, I wouldn’t trust me either.”

I nodded, still avoiding his gaze.

“You must hate my guts, but please, please, in the name of the Goddess, look at me!” I could hear a quiver in his voice, a tension and nervousness I had never sensed from him before. I looked at him, feeling queasy.

“I called the University. Ms. Devaul said you didn’t come in.”

“Well, I didn’t see Ms. Devaul. I saw Mr. Anderson. He’s the Assistant Headmaster.”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I should believe him or not. But I decided it was no good to fight with him about it now.

The rest of the ride was a blur. If he said anything else or not, I can’t remember. Looking back, it doesn’t seem like it matters.

When I entered the parking lot, I saw my mom in a wheelchair immediately. She smiled like she just remembered a wonderful memory. But it also carried sadness. One the left side of her head, a chunk of her hair was missing. The skin that was replacing the long silky hair was wrinkled. It was difficult to see much of her body, due to her long hospital gown. We walked towards Dr. McKellen and my mom.

“We did our best to fix her. But there is one thing,” he remarked with a dark gloom tangled in his words. My mom lifted the right side of her gown. I gasped and my dad squeezed my hand tightly, when instead of her long, beautiful leg, we saw a mechanical leg in place.

If there was a time to cry, it would’ve been now. But crying wasn’t enough to express the pain I felt as I stared at that dull, horrifying, mechanical leg. I wanted to rip it off and make Dr. McKellen replace her old leg. My mom looked at me, trying to hold back her own pain and calm me. It didn’t work, but I tried to pretend I was fine, for her sake. I wheeled her back to the car as dad talked to Dr. McKellen about who knows what.

“Kyiesha, honey?” my mom said, her voice croaking from lack of usage. Or maybe from so much smoke earlier.

“Yes, mom?”

“Your father really has changed. I know you don’t believe it, but he has. Could you please talk to him, be polite, and don’t treat him like a criminal. I know he was, but that was then. This is now.”

I wanted to tell her that a zebra’s stripes never change. But she was low, almost as low as when dad was arrested. I couldn’t say no. so instead I said, “Yes mom. I will.”

She sighed. “Good, baby doll, good. And before I forget, I need to apologize.”

I was puzzled. What should she be apologizing for? She was the one who lost her leg and could’ve died!

“I shouldn’t have tried to force you into Christianity. While I was in the hospital, I thought and I realized that you’ve known about God you’re whole life, and you chose not to accept Him. While I can’t say I approve of your choice, I’ve come to accept I can’t change you.”

Oh. That. It hardly seemed to matter anymore. “It’s ok, mom. Really. Just relax.”

KILLER’S POV: The Perfect Night

Tomorrow is the night of the Valentine’s dance. The Perfect Night. Everyone would be distracted. I could take her to the top of school, which happens to be three floors high. If she was just pushed off, no one would notice. They’d think she’d fallen. Though there is one thing in the way for my plan. My best friend. He truly cares for the girl. I see it in his eyes. I’m not sure how she feels about him. Platonic, romantic, I’m not sure. But I know she feels something for me. At least, enough something to accept an invitation to the Valentine’s Dance. The night was going to be prefect

ooooh creepy...that was kinda sad too! Liked it!

o man...so excited...i already know our probably gonna do it too...ur gonna have both of them up there or something :P make it confusing for us till the last second..........

I CANT WAIT!

we're getting closer to the end, but there's still another update after this that will have to be taken care of!!

A trip to Neverland

Eric asked me to the dance last night. I’m so excited. I’ve already had my nails done, my hair, this beautiful pink sequined dress, and the most fabulous shoes ever! Bethany is going with Joel as a platonic date. She looks adorable too. I have a really good feeling about this dance.

Though I was also shocked when Joel asked me to the dance. I mean, he knows that Eric is like a boyfriend. While I’ve been a little annoyed by him, I think that might’ve just been my feelings about other stuff going on. I’m not sure. I still get a little feeling when I see Joel, but then there’s also a feeling around Eric. I don’t know, it’s confusing.

Joel, Bethany, Eric and I all went together in a limo. I know it was a Valentine’s dance and not the prom, but why can’t we go all out? The whole way there, Bethany was giving Eric dirty looks when he wasn’t looking. I gave her a warning look, which basically meant “play nice”. She just shrugged it off.

When we got to the dance, first person I saw was Natalie. Joy, joy. Let’s all do the naked dance.

“Hey witch,” she said, purposely bumping into me and giving me the death glare. She still isn’t over the fact that I have her boyfriend.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” I called. Everyone laughed.

They were playing some really crappy music here. Nelly, Usher, or some other freak, I didn’t really know. But the scenery was pretty cute. Pink and red balloons, silverware, table clothes, chairs, it was all very valentine-day-ish.

Eric held out his hand. “Care for a dance, m’lady?” I giggled. Me. Giggle. I got to get out more,

“Oh, of course, my brave knight!” We went to the dance floor and I actually danced to that stupid song they were playing. What it was didn’t even seem to matter. Just being there, dancing the hell out of me, with Eric. It was like taking a trip to Neverland. The people are us weren’t losers in high school, they were fairies with lost boys. The teachers supervising us weren’t teachers, they were Caption Hook and the members of his crew. Magick and magic filled the air.

When the song ended, Eric said, “Hey, I’ve got to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Then I’ve got a surprise for you.” He winked and took his leave. Then Joel came up to me.

“Hey Parker! Enjoying the dance?” I giggled. Oh my Goddess, I better not be turning into Natalie.

“I’ve having a blast! The Goddess really wanted tonight to be excellent.”

Joel smiled. “Hey. I want to take you somewhere.” I nodded and followed him. We climbed up two flights of stairs and then he opened the door. We were outside, and there was a table, two candles, a boom box, and a diner. I stared in shock. He did all this? Only one thing was wrong…

“I’m scared of heights. Almost to the point of it being a phobia. What if I walk to close to the edge and fall?”

He squeezed my hand. Huh? “I won’t let you fall. If you do, I’ll jump after you.”

I smiled, my fear fading a bit, and my heart bursting with excitement. Weird…

We sat down. The dinner was beef. He did his research, if he knows I love beef. As I started to eat and soak in the beauty of the open sky at night, the door was thrown open. An angry Eric came through the door, his face red, his eyes burning like an angry flame.

Joel’s face grew puzzled. “Eric, hey. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? WHAT’S WRONG? YOU ARE UP HERE, SERVING HER THE DINER I PREPARED FOR HER, WITH THE ROMANTIC ATMOSPHERE! SHE IS MY GIRLFRIEND AND LOOK AT YOU!! YOU ARE TRYING TO STEAL HER FROM ME!!!”

Joel’s mouth was open, unable to speak. When he found some words, he said, “I prepared the diner for her, not you. Besides, she didn’t go away when I showed her the surprise.”

Then Eric smiled. “I guess I can’t really keep this game going on any longer. Kyisha, I never loved you. There, I said it. Good to get it out in the open.”

Now I was the one unable to talk. He NEVER loved me? All those tender kisses, comforting reassurances, loving words, were…a game?

“In fact, I hate you. Joel is the one that loves you to death. It almost makes me want to puke.”

Joel glared at him with an evilness that I can’t even try to describe. It was like Dark Magick had caught a hold of him for a moment. But I was too busy going through all this in my mind. Joel, not Eric, is the one that loves me? Joel is the one who actually gives a damn?

“You see, Kyisha, those who don’t believe in God, the Father Almighty, go to Hell, where they are damned to burn for eternity. My sister, Belle, was a good girl. She went to church every Sunday, she prayed to the Lord every night. She was doubting her bisexuality, which was good. But then, you came into the picture. She started talking to you on the phone every night instead of praying. She talked to you about almost everything that meant anything to her. I could see you guys as best friends. I could also see Belle becoming a witch, like you.”

I still was unable to talk. So Joel said it for me. “Weather Belle wanted to be a Christian or a witch was up to her.”

Eric nodded. “Of course. But I can’t let my own sister burn in Hell. That wouldn’t be following God’s word. In the middle of the night, He spoke to me. He said, ‘Kill your sister. It’s the only way to save her. And kill Kyisha Parker. She is the devil and she must be slayen. You will be given the position of archangel once you depart from earth.’”

Joel and I looked at him He was crazy. Clearly insane. What sort of guy kills his own sister? Really, that’s just sick.

“So now, Kyisha Parker, or Satan, as you are better known…”

“Satan isn’t real! And if he was, he isn’t me!” I wailed. Joel hugged me tightly.

“…it is time to go.” He pulled me away from Joel. Turns out that Eric has a lot more muscles than Joel. Damnit.

I kicked and screamed and cried. Only Joel could hear me, but when Eric and pushed me away, he knocked the table down and he was pinned. I saw myself going to my death.

Eric held me over the side of the school. He grinned at Joel. “I didn’t want to do this. God made me.”

Joel’s face burned with anger, but I could see that beneath the anger was fear. When Eric turned around, I noticed a figure lifting the table off Joel. He was dark and reminded me of someone.

“Mr. Montgomery, I suggest you place my daughter back on solid ground before I personally kill you.” My dad stepped out of the shadows, his face hard. Joel stood next to him, both standing tall.

“To your misfortune, your daughter has to die. And what better way than the way she almost died last time.”

And the rest became a blur.

JOEL’S POV: Her Fearful eyes

I didn’t even think when I charged towards him. All I thought about was Kyisha’s fearful eyes. I was going to hurt the bastard more than he’d ever wanted to hurt anyone before. When my fist almost collided with his face, he stepped out of the way, leading to my feet stepping over the roof. I gripped onto the wall. I heard Kyisha’s scream. I used all my strength to climb to her. But Eric stepped on my hand. Stepped, did I say? Stomped with fierce anger would be more fitting. Agony ran through my arm. Kyisha cried out again. His foot released and my life flashed before me. When I hit the ground, my world went black, but not until I saw Kyisha in my mind.

WILLIAM’S POV: My Little Girl

The little punk thinks he’s something, huh? Well, I’ll teach him.

He was still looking down at Joel’s body when I reached for him and pulled him closer to the center of the building. I pulled Kyisha towards myself. She was still quite scared, staring at the murder. I punched him in the jaw. His face was marked with blood, but he was still strong.

“Ok, if that doesn’t work, I’ve still got this.” He lifted his gun and aimed at us. We were finished. I hugged Kyisha. Or I tried. She struggled and got free. She still doesn’t love me. I wanted to cry, something I haven’t done since Kyisha was hurt in the car accident, and the time before that, when I realized what I did to her…

But it seems it wasn’t to get away from me. She walked up to Eric. Then she raised her leg and kicked his groin. He fell down in pain. I’m so proud of my little girl. And I’m proud of myself for getting her involved in soccer.

She grabbed his gun and shot him in the same place she kicked him. Then together we ran down the stairs and towards the outside where Joel was still lying, in severe trouble.

omg thats soo sad
i always thought the killer was joel but it was eric, hmm, eric seemed cool but
its right that he dies
haha die eric

haha, got you fooled!

that IS sad...but god it was really good! Got me hooked :P

waaaa! that was insane. you're damn good at writing action scenes. great writing!

thank you, my public! lol, sorry, couldn't help it. Didn't you just love the part where she shot him in the penis? I just had to include that. I was worried I was gonna forget where everything was and mess up everyone's positioning or something.

yeah M its really good....

i am sooo glad it wasnt joel...i wanted it to be eric so bad :P he just seemed a little too off for me

yah i really loved that chapter :P