All Started On Friday The Thirteenth (Boyxboy)

Chase P.O.V.

We spent most of the afternoon on the computer killing each other over and over again. Over and over again we kept apologizing for the deaths, even though deep down we did not mean it at all. After a few hours we got bored of roaming around the city and the beach.

Around 4 in the afternoon there was a loud knock on the door then we heard, "POLICE OPEN UP!"

Mitch immediately ran downstairs and opened the door panting and we followed quietly, standing behind the stair case so we couldn't be seen.

"Is this the Burns household?" One of the police man asked.

"Yes." Mitch said nervously. I didn't know he could be nervous.

"Are you Mitch Burns?" He asks. Mitch nods in response.

"Your under arrest for the murder of Olivia Scott."

"Wait what?" Drake stepped in.

"Mr. Burns finger prints were at the crime scene. His and a... Chris Thomsons prints were there. We are still searching for Mr. Thomson."

Mitch stood there completely shocked and had no idea what to do. I didn't either.

One of the police officers took Mitch's hands and handcuffed him.

"What are you going to do with him now?" Drake asked still standing by the police.

"Keep him in custody and question him about the incident. He hasn't acted as crazy as anyone else so that runs in his favor but he is still a suspect. Olivia death happened around 10 last night."

"He was with us, how did he kill someone?" Drake continued to question the police, I think they are just police. They aren't wearing any FBI vests sooo.

"Well, I can't go into details but it was a pretty violent murder. 72 stabs all over the victims body. As far as we know only one person was killed."

72 Stabs, holy shit. A serious sociopath. Or psychopath. What is the difference? Is Mitch really a murderer or was he framed?

They took Mitch and we all stood there like umm what the hell do we do now. After standing there a couple minutes we decided to leave after locking the door. We headed to my house so I could ask my parents if I could stay at Drakes house for a night. Everyone is staying at Drakes not just me.

Anyways time to enter hell. I walk into my house with Kyle follow behind me. It was quiet at first and then the yelling began.

"You little faggot!" Is what I kept hearing. Do they know any other words to say. Well it doesn't matter Kyle is here to protect me. He has his arms tightly wrapped around my waist as we listen to the obsenities from my parents, mostly from my dad.

"Can I get my stuff so I can leave?" I interrupted. I heard a growl.

"Five minutes then leave." My mom demanded.

I ran up to my room with Kyle following right behind. I quickly packed up my laptop and grabbed a bunch of clothes along with my blades to throw away later. I'll have Kyle do that.

I put my notebooks in there with my clothes and then I was almost done, I think. Oh yeah, my axe can't forget that. Gotta make sure I smell good.

Kyle laughed when I sprayed in on myself. I just glared and packed up my collection whic made him laugh harder.

"Not funny." I stated sturnly.

"Totally is, baby." I giggled when he came up behind me and slightly humped me as he ran his nose down my neck.

"Not here, I'm already in trouble." I heard him make a whining noise and I just ignored it. Tell his slid his hands straight down my pants with ease and I had to hold back the moan. Then the door busted open and we flew apart.

"Time to leave." My dad stated coldly. I grabbed my bags and so did Kyle and we evacuated the room.

We loaded everything into Drakes car. I hopped in the car and squeezed into the middle. I rested my head on Kyle's shoulder when he entered the car and it was sweet when he put his arm around my shoulder. I feel safe is his arms.

Even though there is a killer out there I still feel safe.

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I dropped my clothes and what not at Kyles house and put it in his room then we headed to Drakes house to have a night of fun.... That sounded really inappropriate. Fun as in games. Still doesn't sound right.

Drake introduced us to his parents and that lead to us having to sit in the living room and talk for a minute. I just quietly watched the TV and I seen that there where a total of five murders last night and ten injured. Dammmnnn. Now I'm scared. I don't want to be killed. I'm glad I'm not one that is dead or injured.

After around a half hour we were allowed into Drakes room. His parents really love to talk.