Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 13

Ryan

My alarm blares at 6:00 a.m. Reaching over, I slam it so hard it slides off my nightstand and falls to the ground. Fuck mornings. That’s all I have to say about that.

I make my way to my bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Jumping in the shower, I wash my hair and body. Once I’m done, I get out and start getting dressed for school. Half ass drying my hair, I throw it into a bun. It's just one of those days. I throw on my black, short sleeve, tight fitted dress and match it with my fishnet stockings. Giving up the Converse for the day, I find my knee-high, black, platform boots, with little chains hanging around the side. I swipe on my winged liner and a couple of layers of mascara. All that's left to do is add my signature lipstick. I walk over to pick up my alarm clock and see that it's 7:00 a.m. Blaze will be here in ten minutes to pick me up like he does every morning.

I walk out of my bedroom and look at the bedroom door across the hallway. Layla’s. I don't hear any noise, which is off, considering she's usually up and ready at least thirty minutes before I am. Walking across the hallway, I knock on my step-sister’s door. She answers almost immediately with a towel wrapped around her body.

I look her up and down, the water still dripping from her body, running down her face, past her lips, and into the crease of her breast. Licking my lips, I’m shaken from my daze when I hear Layla clear her throat.

“Did you need something?” she asked.

“I was just wondering if you needed a ride for school?” I offer. This is weird. We’re never this cordial and the look in her eyes tells me she agrees.

Layla tilts her head.

“Carson is picking me up. Thank you, though.” “Sure,” I say before she closes the door.

Arriving at school, I jump out of Blaze's Jeep and take off walking. He jogs to catch up to me and throws his arm around my shoulder as I look him over. He's wearing a black pull over hoodie and the black joggers where I can see the outline of his dick. I tear my eyes away when I notice he catches me staring. Blaze and I haven’t seen each other since his big confession at the lake and I'm trying my best to not let this affect our relationship.

“Look,” Blaze grabs my arm and brings me to a stop in the school parking lot.

“I know what I said at the lake probably made things awkward...” His eyes don’t leave mine.

“Blaze, stop. It's fine.” I shake my head.

“No, I need to say this.” Blaze clasps his hands behind his head, his eyes focusing on the ground.

“I meant every word I said, Ry. I wouldn't take it back, even if you held a gun to my head. I just don't want to make things weird between us, because at the end of the day, you're still my best friend.” His eyes are soft. I feel a crack in my heart and guilt burns its way up. How could I have for once thought of making him feel this way? Palming his face, I place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Blaze, we’re fine. I promise. You and me. No matter what. Against the world.” I give him a genuine smile and he returns it. Swinging his arm back around me, he squeezes me to his side and we head off to our first period class.

Walking up to the front doors of the school, I notice the student body is whispering. Some are crying, some look stricken, and many are just gossiping. Me and Blaze head in toward Mr. Scott's class. As we get closer to the classroom, I notice a few police officers standing around with Headmaster Jones. We creep close enough to look into the classroom and I can't stop the loud gasp that leaves my mouth. Bringing my hands to my mouth, I feel my hands are shaking. There's blood everywhere.

Mr. Scott sits in his chair tied down with his pants unbuttoned. His face still shows a mix of emotions and his throat’s slit. Looking to the left toward the student desks, Vanessa is on the floor and tied to the legs of a desk. Her shirt is missing and her breasts have been horribly cut off. To make things worse, her lips are stapled shut and she’d been ripped open from her chest down to her stomach. My stomach churns at the sight of it all.

Not being able to look anymore, I turn my gaze and catch a glimpse of the white board. I can't imagine who would do this. Vanessa’s breasts are taped to the board. A message clearly written in blood says, “Hakuna Ma Tatas Fuckers?.” Obviously, the killer was trying to make a joke, but nothing about this is funny. I feel nausea swirl inside of me.

Mr. Scott was an amazing teacher and while Vanessa was a bitch, I would never wish this on her. I can't help but wonder who they pissed off and why they were together in the first place.

“Classes have been canceled for the week. Please make your way home. We will inform you when school is back in session.” The headmaster announces to everyone surrounding the area. Blaze grabs my hand and we start heading to the front of the school. I can feel the tremor in my hand as I hold his. Almost to the front doors, I see Layla walk through with Carson. The nausea is definitely hitting me now.

“Yo, what's going on?” Carson stops in front of us and asks. He has my step-sister pulled into his side and I can feel the jealousy start to seep through.

“Mr. Scott and Vanessa were brutally murdered,” Blaze tells him, his eyes wide.

“What?” Carson asks, looking confused. I look over at Layla and she's shaking. “Come on babe, let's go check it out.” Carson pulls my step-sister with him. Before he can get any further, I pull her other arm back. He stops and glares at me.

“I don't think Layla needs to look at that.” I say to him. Carson scoffs at me.

“Your sister’s a big girl, I think she can make her own decisions, Ryan.”

“Do you want to go see that bloody mess?” I turn to ask Layla, but she doesn't say anything. Her face is showing a tinge of green and her hand is shaking more than mine. When she doesn't move or say anything, Carson gets annoyed and takes off without her. Boyfriend of the year, there folks. Grabbing her face between my hands, I force her to look at me.

“Hey, you're okay. What's wrong?” I ask her concerningly. She finally snaps out of it and finds my eyes.

“I'm fine. Just shocked, I guess.” She gives a small smile, trying to play it off.

“Come on, you can ride home with me and Blaze.” I move my hand to grab hers, but she snatches it back. Drawing my eyebrows down, I look at where my empty hand is and hear Layla speak up.

“I'm just going to wait on Carson. You both should go ahead though.” She says, her voice shaking.

Blaze stands beside us, looking awkward as fuck. He refuses to go near Layla since the night she knocked us out. He swears things are off with her. I won’t acknowledge it until I have all the facts. Rage simmers in the pit of my stomach. I make my face go slack and stare at my step-sister.

“You do that little angel.” I whisper. I can hear the intake of her breath at my closeness. Blaze grabs my arm to pull me away.

“Come on, Ry. Don’t worry about it.” I allow him to tug me away, throwing Layla a wink and a smirk. She wants to act like a brat the one time I'm being nice. I'm willing to show her how mean I can be. Even if I might lose my sanity proving it.

Layla

I’m waiting in Carson’s lifted, red truck. The windows are tinted, so no one can see me have a complete panic attack inside. When I heard about the murders, my body just went into a state of shock. I woke up this morning with red stuff lined under my fingernails again and when I jumped in the shower, it washed out of my hair. I blacked out last night. I have no memory of what I did or how I got home. I don't understand what's happening and it’s scaring me. There has been talk and panic around town because of all of the missing people. I haven't seen Julie since I saw her with Carson. I’ve heard Aaron’s brother, Braxton, can’t be located either, and now this—Mr. Scott and Vanessa are dead.

Sweat beads at my hairline and my heart sputters when images of me waking up with dried up, red substance in my hair and under my nails pop in my head. The anxiety starts to sneak in, but I hurriedly shove those thoughts to the back of my mind. There's no way I would hurt someone. Right? The blackouts, memory loss, being covered in scratches…It’s just a coincidence. Even if it's not and I have every reason to panic, I’m going to choose to live in de-lu-lu land. My heart can’t handle this.

I'm thankful Ryan stood up for me and wouldn't allow me to go, especially since I couldn't speak up for myself. The blackouts are becoming more frequent and seem to be lasting longer. I feel like I'm losing half my life now with how much it's happening. I know I upset her when I snatched my hand away from hers. I don't know why I did it. I don't even know why she was being nice for once to begin with. I saw the look in her eyes, though. I know my punishment is coming. Except this time, I need it. I want to feel her soft hands on my body, even if she is rough. I crave the pain that she gives me. It's the only time I feel alive and I'm not worried about disappearing into my mind.

Lost in thought, I jerk when I hear the door open and Carson slides in. His face is red and he looks pissed.

“Hey, are you oka—”

“What the fuck was that, Layla?” He asks. I jerk back, bewildered by his outburst.

“What are you tal—” I try to ask.

“You couldn't even come with your boyfriend to see if it was true?” he asks angrily.

“Carson, I—”

“Look, I know you and Vanessa hated each other, but me and her were friends at one point.” He says, cutting me off again. Getting fed up with his interruptions, it was my turn to be loud.

“Carson! If you would allow me to fucking finish a sentence, then you’ll know I went into shock. I didn't purposefully not go with you.” I say.

“Yeah? Well you sure as fuck didn’t come find me either, did you? The one time I could’ve used you?” he retorts.

What a fucking narcissist. He always finds ways to make me feel like complete shit in this relationship when he’s the one who is constantly saying or doing things to fuck me up. I'm over it.

“I can't do this anymore,” I say quietly. Carson starts laughing and my nerves go haywire. I can feel the anger coming off my face in heat waves.

“Yeah and what could you do without me? You wouldn't be shit without me, Layla. You’re nothing. Do you know any girl would kill to be in your position?” he says tauntingly, displaying an evil smile on his face. Carson has done some fucked up shit, but he’s never talked to me this way.

“They would kill for this position, huh? Well let them put me out of my fucking misery because this bullshit is painful.” I answer with hurt and anger in my voice.

I open his truck door, but before I can jump out, he aggressively grabs my wrist. He grits his teeth and growls.“This isn't fucking over until I say so.” He pulls me back into the truck and shuts the door.

“Carson, I’m fucking serious. I’m done!” I go for the door again, but the next thing I know, my head is slammed on the dashboard. The pain spreads through my head and everything goes black.