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"Where is my brother?I searched around the house "

I realized this was the first time we've ever spoken anything to each other .

"I don't k..know , he just left " I stuttered out, all I wanted to do was run away as quickly as my legs could carry me.

He nodded slowly ,he looked like he was about to say something but decided against it.Without another word he straightened down and began to pick up the broken frame.

I scurried out of the room , I didn't stop until I got back to Hayden's room, i locked door behind me ,I never would have thought being inside would ever make me feel safe...

Until now....

Chapter THIRTY THREE

Hayden

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I was so furious...

No, furious couldn't in any describe the way I currently feel.

My blood was drumming hard in my veins, the only thought in my mind was how to kill a certain someone....

I already fucking told Brittany to stay away from Gracie, I told her what would happen if I ever saw her again, and I was damn serious about it, was she really that stupid to think my words bluff?

I knew there was something wrong the moment I stepped into her house.

Her house was a mess..

And it was way too quiet, I made my way upstairs stealthily.

I saw an unmoving figure laying on the bed, I cautiously made my way over.

It was Brittany, she was almost unrecognizable.

She lay naked in a sticky pool of her own blood , I grimaced at the sight, who could have done this?

Her eyes were still wide opened and horror filled, the sick fuck must have killed her and had sex with her dead body repeatedly

I grimaced at the thought, even for someone like her ,she didn't deserve this.

I sure as fuck wasn't normal but this was down right sick.. ..what sort of offense could she have committed ,against whom for her to be killed in such a brutal way?

It wasn't a fresh kill, looks like she's been dead for a couple of days already.

She was so addicted to drugs and had to moved out of her parents house last month because they couldn't stand it.

She is popular has so many friends both in school and outside , I wonder why no one has checked up on her until now?

From the corner of my eyes I saw her gathered belongings , she'd already packed up...probably about to leave when her murderer came inside .

It could only mean that she'd sent those initial messages, but not the last one...

It had been sent by somebody else...

Until I don't find out I won't be at ease, the thought of the bastard laying his god damned hand on what's mine suddenly filled me with reknown rage .