“No I’m…..”
“Save it destiny. She used to have a boyfriend.” Michael informed me, “Nice guy, what was his name Des?”
“Michael plea…”
“Spencer! That was it! You wanna know what happened to Spencer Ashton?”
“They broke up?” I said slowly.
“She…”
“Mikey please!”
“Killed him.”
“What?” I demanded, rounding on Destiny who was now sobbing into her hands, smearing blood everywhere.
“Killed him!” Michael cried, “Pushed him backwards into a fireplace, he cracked his head open and died on the spot.”
Feeling sick I looked down at Destiny angry at myself for every even thinking liking her was a possibility.
“She isn’t even sorry about it!” Michael continued, “Didn’t shed so much as a tear.”
“Stop it!” Destiny sobbed, “Just stop it!”
“Or what?” Michael snapped, “You’ll kill me?”
Breaking into full hysterics, she turned to look at me pleadingly, “Ashton, it’s not like that okay, I didn’t do it on….”
“You pushed him!” Michael interrupted, “And he was blind!”
All possibly sympathy I had for Destiny flowing out like her tears I frowned at her in disgust.
“You killed a blind guy?” I spat.
“I…It wasn’t like that!” she sobbed, “You…you don’t even….”
“Save it.” Michael spat, “You still want her Ashton.”
“Ashton please!” she cried, “You’re so nice to me, please let me explain, please, please believe me, I like you a lot….”
“No.” I whispered.
“What?” she asked.
“No.” I repeated, “I was stupid to think I could ever like her.”
Making a choking sound Destiny rose to her feet and started for the door.
“Where are you going?” Michael laughed, “To kill someone.”
“Yeah.” She whimpered, “Maybe.”
Opening the door she slipped out, letting it slam closed behind her.
“Psycho.” Michael muttered.
“What the hell was that?” I demanded.
“She’s nuts.” Michael replied.
“She really killed him?”
“Pushed the poor guy, he cracked his head open like an egg. He was dead before the ambulance even got there.”
“Why?” I whispered.
“She’s not right in the head.” Michael answered with a shrug before pulling his shirt and pants off and climbing into bed.
“Where did she go?” I asked.
“No idea.” Michael yawned, “But if we’re lucky, she won’t come back.”
~
“Hey Ashton? Hey Ashton? Hey Ashton? Hey Ashton? Hey Ashton guess what?”
“What Luke?” I groaned, looking up from my phone, were twitter was blowing up over a picture of Destiny and I.
Part Fifty
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