Lethal Fixation (FINISHED)

Chapter Twenty

  "You?"
  Meghan couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. Or rather, who.
  Callie smiled as she stepped towards Meghan. "Yes, me."

  "But, but why?" Meghan stuttered, backing away from her friend. "What have I done? Why are you doing this?"

  Callie sighed and took the hood down off her head. Her hair was a matted mess. She shrugged and sighed. "I had enough. Enough of you. This was supposed to be great, Megs. Both of us going to college together. Best friends until we're old and senile, right? But then you just had to pledge. Why? You always said to me that you'd never ever join a sorority. That was my thing, Meghan. It was the only thing I had that you didn't. All these years of being your friend have been tiresome. Always Meghan Harries in the limelight. Popular, pretty Meghan in high school, and me? The follower. That's all I was in high school. They only knew I existed because I was your friend."

  Meghan frowned at Callie. Was she being serious? "But Call, me pledging was-"

  "One up on me, yeah I know," Callie interrupted, shrugging. "I should be used to it, you always up-staging me. But I had enough. I had enough of you ruining my life."

  Meghan gasped. What the hell was she on about? Ruining her life? No way. "So you were never really taken, were you? You lied."

  Callie laughed and she looked proud of herself. "No, Meghan, I wasn't taken. I took myself." She reached into a pocket of her hoody and took out a small, black gadget with an elastic band attached to it. "I bought this, it's a voice changer." She pulled the elastic band over her head and the voice changer sat in front of her mouth. "Pretty neat, huh?" The voice that spoke was robotic. It was creepy.

  Callie pulled it off and tossed it to the ground. She looked at Meghan. "It's a shame that things had to end up like this." She turned around and locked the door.

  There goes any chance of getting out of here, Meghan thought dejectedly.

  "It's been fun," Callie carried on, pacing back and forth. "Especially with Hannah. Holding her down in all that mud with my foot." She laughed and it reverbrated off the metal walls.

  "What about Abbie? And Kendall? Did you have anything to do with them?" Meghan asked, wanting to keep Callie's attention.

  "I switched the knife. It didn't go as I planned, though. You were supposed to have had the knife. But you pussied out and chose the feather duster," Callie's eyes were narrowed now, into slits. "I pushed Kendall. That's how Abbie got stabbed. I didn't want anyone dead, but when I heard that Abbie had passed away, Kendall had to pay."

  "Are you for real?! You pushed Kendall into Abbie! You killed Abbie. Not Kendall," Meghan shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening. "So you killed Kendall next, huh? Staged it as a suicide. Callie, you're fucked up!"

  Callie's eyes grew wide, as if she was hurt by what Meghan had said. She looked like a innocent little girl.

  Meghan carried on. "You've killed two people, Callie. You attacked Hannah. You've kidnapped me! Don't you know how much trouble you're going to be in for this? You're a murderer. You'll be locked up for the rest of your life."

  Callie chuckled. She kept smiling that insane smile as she stared at Meghan. "You forgot about one person. Chelsea. I hurt her too."

  Meghan was confused. What did she mean? Wait, the crash? She gritted her teeth. God, she was angry now. "It was you? Driving that truck? You ran us off the road?"

  Callie nodded. "That was fun. The truck driver was an idiot. I was in a roadside cafe when I seen him come in. He left his truck running. So, I just... borrowed it."

  Meghan couldn't help but laugh. This was all too much for her to take in right now. All of this was too messed up.

  "You need help, Callie. All of this over me being the popular one. The one everyone wants to be friends with," Meghan didn't care if she upset or angered Callie. She'd had enough now. "I'm so sorry that people like me and not you."

  Callie screamed and lunged towards Meghan. Meghan ducked and Callie almost fell to the ground. That was when Meghan noticed Callie reaching into her other pocket. And that's when she took out a small gun.

  "Where the hell did you get that from? How do you even know how to use it? Callie, don't use it on me. If you kill me, that's the third person you've killed," Meghan said as calmly as she could muster. Deep inside, her bones were rattling in fright. This was surreal. It was as if she was starring in a horror movie.

  "I bought it. It's not hard to use. I've seen enough movies for me to know how to use one. And, I don't care anymore. What's another few years behind bars? You deserve to die!" Callie yelled, her hand gripping onto the gun. It was aimed straight at Meghan's head.

  "Okay, do it. Go on, Callie. Kill me. I don't know what you'll be gaining from it, though. Years and years staring at four walls, maybe." Meghan spoke quietly. She raised her arms above her head. "Go ahead. Shoot me."

  Callie's hand trembled. She fell to her knees and began to sob. But she was still holding the gun.

  This was her only chance. She couldn't run for the door as Callie had the key. She needed to get it off her if she was going to get out of here alive.

  She kicked Callie hard in the center of her face with her good foot. It made a loud cracking sound. She was sure she'd broken her nose. Callie screamed out in pain and the gun dropped from her hand to grip her nose.

  Meghan lunged forwards and got the gun. She felt sick to her stomach that she was actually holding one. She hated guns. She aimed it down at Callie. She wasn't going to use it unless she had to.

  Callie, blood splattered up her face, looked up. She laughed, her teeth all red and bloody from the nosebleed. "You won't pull the trigger, Meghan. You're a fucking wimp."
  Meghan didn't say anything. She was concentrating on the gun.

  Callie pushed herself up onto her knees and grinned. She looked crazy. Like, insane.

  She growled and went to swipe at Meghan's legs. Meghan panicked and her finger pressed down on the trigger. Her eyes were wide as she saw Callie's body tense up, and her face expressing shock. Callie looked down and so did Meghan. A red spot was getting bigger and bigger in Callie's stomach where her sweater was raised. Blood spurted out.

  Meghan dropped the gun and began to cry. She pushed Callie down and searched for the key. Her fingers touched it and she closed her hand into a fist with the key inside. She looked once more at Callie before she ran for the warehouse door. She didn't look back. She needed to get help. Now.