Ugly Things

Her mother always warned her about monsters. She should have listened.

If you don't believe in ugly things, look closely at yourself. You may find something repulsive and sickening that you didn't see before. I know I did. [student/teacher]


27. 27. Elias

I stared at them from the upstairs window that overlooked the street. Her friends, the heroes, had come at long last. They looked like that had been arguing a moment ago, and as I watched her hand grip his, he shook his head. I knew what that meant and if they decided to come inside, I would blow their fucking heads off.

Were they ready to see what lay beyond the front door? I doubted it very much. Both of them loved Tate with every fiber of their being, and to see her dead and cold would ruin them. That thought made me smile.

I watched Aria turn away from the house and pull Caleb after her, and I wonder if they figured out the other piece of this. I wonder if they knew I was the one that murdered that boy. He had stuck his nose in where it didn’t belong. I had to get rid of him. He had caused so much trouble, confusing Tate with his lies, that I didn’t have a choice. She would have thanked me, if she hadn’t been so busy trying to get away from me.

I had never encountered anyone like Tate before, and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. There would be another dimwitted girl making eyes at me soon enough, but I wouldn’t make any advances, much to her displeasure, whoever she was.

“I hope you don’t come back,” I muttered, glancing out at the now empty sidewalk. “I wouldn’t want to kill three people in one day. That would be unfortunate.”

I returned to the couch and pulled the blanket so that Tate’s body was righted. I needed to figure out what I was going to do with her. I didn’t want to kill her, if you could believe that, but my anger had gotten the best of me yet again.

“What am I going to do with you? I do hope your moron friends don’t come back with the police. We won’t be here if they do. Plus, they have no proof I killed you. It’s all gut feeling from Mr. Harris. He’s the smarter of the two, but I’m pretty sure even you knew that. I think you should have listened to him.”

I touched her hair, the brown strand falling from my grasp. Part of me wished she had stayed away, because I wasn’t safe. Maybe deep down I knew ending her life was the only way to fix things. Maybe I knew she would be the last one that I would kill.

After all, a monster could be redeemed, couldn’t he?

Even as I asked the question in my head, I knew the answer was no.

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