"Look who decided to join the world." A voice called out as the spots that impaired my vision began to dull.
I quickly noticed that I was strapped into a chair while Kendrick sat in the arm chair directly in front of me. Her legs crossed and her hand resting under her chin, a smug grin spread across her lips as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, in an attempt to try to remember what was happening.
"What's wrong Mitchell? Are you too scared to kill?" She chuckled, untieing my hands and pulled me up.
"My ankles are tied." I bluntly stated as she began to drag me to another room.
"So? It doesn't mean you can't walk." She laughed, locking a door and turning to me.
"You remember little old Jesse Swanson?" She smiled earning a nod.
"You know his wife... Aubrey Posen?" My eyes widened.
"You know how they found his body in the East Lake?" She continues.
"And how Aubrey was heartbroken?" She laughs menacingly.
"You don't know anything about Aubrey." I growl.
"I know her better than you think."
"I know that her daughters? One of them isn't even his!" She spoke.
"I know why she's so fucking tough!"
"Because her father used to abuse her." Her voice sending me into a panic.
"But her father was a soldier..." I counter.
"Even salt can look like sugar if you look at it hard enough." Kendrick chimes.
"And the fact that you used to sleep with Chloe Beale,"
"You always ran before sunrise, before she ever woke up." She smiles.
"That's. Not. True." I growl, looking her dead in the eyes.
"I know how you two were close.. Killers don't get close!" She yells.
"What do you think she'd say if she saw you now?"
"I'm not sure Kendrick.."
"But I am sure that I'm not killing either of them."
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The Murder Tapes
FanfictionRebeca Mitchell isn't normal... Sure.. No one is. But Beca is as strange as it gets. Beca is famous for the seventy homasides in the state of California, landing a news story after she was killed for her crimes. Chloe on the other hand did not kno...
