Cheryl
I wasn't supposed to write this last one until a while from now, but plans changed. This is about 5 minutes from my last blog post.
I heard a loud bang, and looked out the window and saw nothing. I knew it had come from the shed though, because where else would it have come from? I sprinted out to the shed, and the door was wide opened. I sprinted inside, and saw only Claire and Rox tied to their beds.
In that moment, I realized I was so upset with Shannon kicking, that I had just thrown her in and locked the door. I never had tied her to her bed.
I started running as fast as I could in the direction opposite of the shed, but she could have gone in any direction. I stopped in my tracks, completely stripped of breath.
I started walking fast towards the house again. I went up the stairs and grabbed Cheryl by the ankles and dragged her down into the basement. I strapped her legs onto a chair, one arm behind her back, and one to the chair outright.
She had been screaming, especially after I accidentally hit her head off some of the stairs while dragging her down here.
She was screaming and already bleeding from a small lactation on her head, but I had to be quick. The police would be here soon, if they weren't already on their way. I'm sure Shannon had gotten help by now, and had told them my location and everything.
I quickly began waking her up so I could explain why this was happening to her.
"I'm really sorry it had to be this way, Cheryl. You see, when our parents were in high school, the worst thing that happened to my parents were by yours. Your parents made a cut in my fathers arm and left him tied up, unable two tend to his wounds or get help. This caused him to almost bleed out. Hw wouldn't still be alive, and I wouldn't even be here today if it hadn't been for the janitor who found him."
Cheryl looked at me wide eyed. "I'm so sorry, that's horrible. I didn't know anything about that."
"I know, which is why I have to do this to you to get revenge, to get justice for my family." And with that, I made a quick long slash in her forearm.
She began screaming in agony, and blood began gushing out of her wound. I left her tied up the chair, bleeding and scared, unable to help herself.
I ran upstairs and began packing my bags. I left Cheryl in the basement, and the others in the shed and I took my bags and ran.
This will be the end of my last and final blog. Thank you for those who tuned in. Always remember, an eye for an eye.
I heard a loud bang, and looked out the window and saw nothing. I knew it had come from the shed though, because where else would it have come from? I sprinted out to the shed, and the door was wide opened. I sprinted inside, and saw only Claire and Rox tied to their beds.
In that moment, I realized I was so upset with Shannon kicking, that I had just thrown her in and locked the door. I never had tied her to her bed.
I started running as fast as I could in the direction opposite of the shed, but she could have gone in any direction. I stopped in my tracks, completely stripped of breath.
I started walking fast towards the house again. I went up the stairs and grabbed Cheryl by the ankles and dragged her down into the basement. I strapped her legs onto a chair, one arm behind her back, and one to the chair outright.
She had been screaming, especially after I accidentally hit her head off some of the stairs while dragging her down here.
She was screaming and already bleeding from a small lactation on her head, but I had to be quick. The police would be here soon, if they weren't already on their way. I'm sure Shannon had gotten help by now, and had told them my location and everything.
I quickly began waking her up so I could explain why this was happening to her.
"I'm really sorry it had to be this way, Cheryl. You see, when our parents were in high school, the worst thing that happened to my parents were by yours. Your parents made a cut in my fathers arm and left him tied up, unable two tend to his wounds or get help. This caused him to almost bleed out. Hw wouldn't still be alive, and I wouldn't even be here today if it hadn't been for the janitor who found him."
Cheryl looked at me wide eyed. "I'm so sorry, that's horrible. I didn't know anything about that."
"I know, which is why I have to do this to you to get revenge, to get justice for my family." And with that, I made a quick long slash in her forearm.
She began screaming in agony, and blood began gushing out of her wound. I left her tied up the chair, bleeding and scared, unable to help herself.
I ran upstairs and began packing my bags. I left Cheryl in the basement, and the others in the shed and I took my bags and ran.
This will be the end of my last and final blog. Thank you for those who tuned in. Always remember, an eye for an eye.