Chapter 1
Me, my best friend Billie and my boyfriend Damon sat on the living room couch, in front of the tv, watching a horror movie. My phone pinged. I grabbed it from the table and saw the notification, and it shocked me:
"I know where you live… xoxo, your ex…"
I kept the message to myself because I didn’t want my friends to get worried. I felt scared. My ex, Sam, was always so nice when we were together, but 2 years ago, when I realized he had a gun in his car, I dumped him.
I sighed deeply, and was worried and scared almost all the time while we watched the rest of the movie, but it wasn't because of the movie. It was because of Sam. Was he going to shoot me? Or did he just want to scare me with threats? Either way, he was jealous. Very jealous.
When the movie was over, Billie and Damon looked at me as if I was cuckoo in the head.
"Olivia?", Damon said, waving his hand in front of my face.
I grabbed his hand, looking at him, and he moved his hand to his knee again.
"What?"
"We have been talking to you in the last minute, and you've just been zooming out, not being able to talk. Has something happened?"
I shook my head and smiled convingingly.
"No, nothing."
Damon smiled back.
"Good."
Billie was busy watching another horror movie, and she had finished all of the popcorn in the popcorn bowl. Damon saw that and frowned.
Billie, why did you eat the most popcorn? You ate much more than me and Olivia!
"Calm down, Damon", Billie said, enjoying the movie.
"And you watched a new horror movie... It's late!"
"You sound like my parents..." Billie said, with a snarky tone.
Damon shook his head and turned off the tv with the remote control.
"I was watching!", Billie screamed, and it was so loud, all of the neighbors could hear it.
"Shh", I said, looking at Billie while making a hush sign in front of my mouth.
Billie looked like she was about to laugh any minute (probably at my hush sign) but then, she didn't. She looked at me calmly, saying "Okay, I'll be quiet. Sorry."
Billie looked at her wrist watch; "4 AM"
"You're right, Damon, it's late, I have to head home."
Billie was on her way to the front door.
"Bye!", me and Damon said, in unison.
"Bye!", Billie shouted from the hallway, putting on her shoes and jacket.
Billie was on the way to her house. The only thing heard was the early morning birds' chirping. Suddenly, she saw Sam, he was walking past her without looking at her, and he had a blank face expression. She shrugged. Billie had always thought that Sam was weird since Olivia told her about the gun in the car, but she wasn't scared. Billie wasn't scared of anything. No pranks, jumpscares, killers, and other things could make her scared.
Sam was on the way to Olivia's and Damon's house. He had a pocket knife in his left coat pocket, and the sharp blade of it was sticking out.
Me and Damon were still sitting in the couch, we were too tired to go to bed. After a while, when Damon had fallen asleep and I was still awake, but tired, I saw Sam outside the window. I woke Damon up through screaming ”Damon!” He woke up immediately, saying ”What’s going on?” I pointed at the window and he saw him. Sam, my ex-boyfriend.
”What is he doing here?”, he said, worried.
”He’s crazy, I think he wants to kill you, we have to-”
Sam opened the door and went to the living room.
"Are you talking bout' me?"
Sam snickered and took his pocket knife out of his coat pocket. He waved with it in front of us. We stared at him, shocked and scared.
Sam grinned and walked closer to Damon.
Damon frowned at Sam, shaking his head.
"You can't kill me. The police will know something's up."
"How? When you're killed, I will threaten Olivia to shut up about it, unless she wants to die too."
Sam was about to kill Damon through slitting Damon's throat, but I took the knife from Sam before it was too late, with a hard grip. Sam smiled mischievously at me.
"If you kill me now... you will be locked up in prison. You don't want that, right?”
I shuddered, trying to hold the pocket knife without dropping it because of my shaky hand.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s trying to manipulate you!“, Damon shouted.
I frowned at Sam.
“You’re not scaring me...”
“Really? I think that’s a lie because-”
I stabbed Sam in the stomach. Sam screamed and groaned.
"What are you doing, idiot!?", he exclaimed.
"Run!", I mouthed to Damon.
Damon tried to run but Damon turned around and punched him on the face so he started to bleed.
"What the hell!?", Damon screamed, frowning at Sam. In that moment, he looked like he wanted to use Sam as a punching bag. Sam smiled with a crazy look in his eyes.
"I know what you're thinking... You hate me, right?"
"You have no idea..."
Sam started to laugh.
"You're funny! You should be an actor, with that voice."
Sam took the flower vase from the table and smashed it on Damon's head so he fainted.
I stared at Sam, shocked and scared.
"What are you doing!?"
"Why did you choose such an uncool guy over me? It hurts my feelings..."
"You are the uncool guy!", I shouted, with anger in her voice.
Sam shook his head, slowly.
"You're a liar."
"Stop talking to me!"
Sam hit me in the head with the vase and she fell to the floor.
Me and Damon woke up in their basement, sitting on two chairs, with ropes around their bodies.
"How are you feeling?", Sam said, grinning widely.
"How do you think we feel!?", Damon shouted at Sam.
