Psychos

I slowly stand up, wincing in pain from my ankle. I groan and wipe my nose carefully with the back of my hand, causing the dark blood streak my pale skin. I slowly limp up the steps, not trying to put too much pressure on my ankle. Who knew kicking a punching bag can sprain your ankle? I finally get to the top of the steps and clutch the door for support. I close it and hop around the house, holding onto the wall so I don't fall. I crawl up the few steps and on to the porch. I lay on my back to take a short break. I have a bad throb in my ankle and my nose feels no better. Luckily, the cuts on my leg have stopped bleeding, but they still sting like hell. The front door opens and I sit up quickly. Ashley walks out, stopping in front of me and looking down.

"Just got done training with Andy?" He asks. I nod, glancing down at the boarded porch. "If you were with me, you would be a lot worse." He says, leaving after. My eyes follow him as he gets into his car and drives down the long driveway. I slowly stand back up and wobble into the house. I shut the door and crawl up the steps. I stop and lean on my elbows for a second. Jinxx walks out of his room and stops. He furrows his eyebrows at me. "What are you doing?" He asks, raising his eyebrow. My cheeks burn bright with embarrassment, he must think I'm weak. "I umm..." He looks at my nose and then the cuts on my leg. His eyes narrow "Get up." He says motioning for me to stand up.

I slowly stand up, panting heavily. He looks me up and down before circling around me. I bite my lip nervously under his intense stare. His eyes look over every inch of me, he grins like a wild animal, his eyes dark. He grabs my jaw and lifts my head up forcing me to look at him. "I see you've been training?" He says more like a question than a statement. "Y-yes." I nod, glancing at the wall behind him. Jinxx is kind of scary, "Well, I can't wait to see you kill someone..." He says grinning, looking me up and down one more time. He lets go and walks down the steps leaving me alone. What does he mean by that? Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?

I shiver still feeling his gaze and limp down the hall to my room. I turn the knob and push the door open. I shut my door and wobble over to my attached bathroom and sit down on the toilet. I grab a towel and lean over the porcelain sink, damping the cloth. I slowly start to clean the dark, dried blood off of my leg. I suck in a sharp breath as I clean the gaping gashes. I wonder what he used they are at least a half inch wide. I stare at the gaping wounds and a grin spreads across my face.

I'm usually not the one to get pleasure from fear and pain, but this, this was different. I guess the fear mixed with the pain gave me a rush. It felt...I guess it felt....good. Is it wrong to feel that way? Do I sound crazy? I wonder if Andy feels the same, maybe I'll ask him.

I finish cleaning the cuts and wipe my face off. I dig through the cabinets and eventually find an ace bandage and some pain pills. I wrap my foot tightly and take two of the pain pills, gulping down a glass of water. I limp over to my bed and lay down, propping my foot up on a pillow. Maybe I'll feel better after I get some rest. The last thing I see before I'm pulled into sleep are crystal blue eyes.

Andy's POV:

I leave Juliet and go back around the house. I get inside and close the door, I get to the steps and run into Ashley. "Hey Ashley, where are you going?" I ask raising my eyebrow. "I'm going to get the girl, since Danielle's gone and Juliet's training." He says, "Did you get her file off of my desk?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest. "Yeah, it's right here." He says holding up a manilla folder. "Well, can you pick up another girl, just someone random?" I ask scratching my head. He gives me a questioning look, "Yeah, what for?" "I need someone to help with training Juliet." I say. He nods, "Ok."

I nod and he leaves . I watch him through the window, he's talking to Juliet. Her eyes widen and he leaves. I shake my head and make my way up the steps. I get into my office and shut the door. I take off my jacket and go into my bathroom. I splash my face with cool water and rub my eyes. I go back into my office and sit down at my desk.

Now that I'm done training with Juliet for today I can finish reading Lola's file. I pick up the manilla folder and open it. My heart stops, he got the wrong folder. Instead of getting Victoria's, he got Lola's. "Fuck." I say out loud shutting the folder and slamming it on to the desk. I sigh and lean back in my chair. Well I'm not going to call him all the way back here, I'll just have to wait for him to come back with her. I just hope this is the right Joice.

Lola's POV:

I sit on the couch flipping through endless channels, finding nothing good to watch and turning off the TV. I sigh and sniffle loudly. I've been upset for the past week. I found out, my boyfriend for seven months had been cheating on me for two weeks. It broke my heart, I loved him, a lot. I really thought we could have been something, but I was wrong. I was wrong for thinking something so foolish. I fell for the wrong person. I scream in frustration into the empty house. My mom took my sister shopping not too long ago. That's okay though, I need to be alone and think every once and a while. I pull the cover tighter around me and shiver. It feels cooler than it usually does. I yawn and lay down, stretching my sore limbs. I haven't left the house in three days, it's surprising how my mom let me skip school.

My eyelids start to get heavy and before I'm pulled into sleep I hear a knock on the door. I groan and slowly stand up, dropping the cover from around my shoulders. I slowly walk to the door and open it. I instantly scowl and try to shut the door. He puts his foot in front of it, stopping it from completely closing. "What do you want Chad?" I growl. He sigh and rubs his head. "Can I come in, please?" I shake my head, "No, what do you want?" I ask putting my hand on my hip. "Please just give me five minutes to explain everything and after that, if you never want to see me again, I'll leave and never come back." He says holding his hands up. I bite my lip and hesitantly nod. I'll hear what he has to say for five minutes and then I'll never have to see him again, that sounds fair. He comes in and sits on the couch, I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.

He pats the cushion beside him, showing me a sign that he wants me to sit down. I shake my head, "No Chad, tell me what you came to tell me." I huff, avoiding his gaze. He sighs, "Lola, I know I made a mistake...and I'm sorry. I know I was wrong, I don't know, I guess I just....I don't know I made a mistake. Please, I love you, please take me back." He says. I shake my head, "No, Chad, you broke my heart. I loved you, you were my everything, but I fell for the wrong person." I say, a tear rolling down my cheek. He stands up and steps towards me. I step back, not wanting to be near him. "Please, I love you. I didn't mean it." I shake my head looking at the ground. He steps forward and wraps his arms around me, pushing me against his chest. I push against him, trying to get away, but his grip just gets tighter. I give up and sob into his chest.

"Lola, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I promise you I will treat you right, it will never happen again. Please, I love you." I shake my head against his chest. "It shouldn't have happened in the first place." I say wiping my eyes. He strokes my hair softly, just like he used to. I sob loudly at the memory, I really want to forgive him and get back together, but I don't want to be hurt again. We hear a noise come from the kitchen and I instantly pull away. "What was that?" I whisper to Chad. He shrugs his shoulders and puts his finger up to his mouth. "Stay right here, I'll be right back." I nod and stand still while he leaves the living room. After several seconds I hear loud groan and a thud following. My heart rate picks up as I slowly walk to the kitchen. "Chad?" I call out. I walk into the kitchen and freeze.

A guy that has on all black and dark hair is hovering over Chad with a crowbar. He's laying unconscious with a big gash at the top of his head. I squeal and turn to run. I sob running to the door, the only thing pushing me forward is fear. I touch the doorknob, but I am unable to turn it by the time my hair is pulled and I'm jerked back. I fall to the ground with a loud scream. I land on both of my elbows harshly causing me to grown. I look up to the man and he has a devilish grin. "Please." I whimper shaking my head. My heart is ripping out of my chest. He bring the dark crowbar down fast, cracking me in my skull. I hear a loud crack before the blackness quickly takes over.

Notes

Sorry it took so long to update, I'll be updating sooner and more frequent.
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