Chapter 13



Clover's POV



Watching her lying there begging me to help her was so empowering but this was her fault, she made me do this, if she wasn't a cheating slut then she wouldn't have to face the consequences. "P-please Colin," she begged while trying to push herself up but her arms gave way and she fell to the floor screaming in pain.

She tried to move her broken body again but she was only moving forward an inch before she would collapse to the floor. Blood trailed along the carpet where she tried to escape. Don't let the evil ones escape. They need to learn.

"Helen," I whispered. She looked up at me and I stabbed the knife through her heart. Her eyes widened for a second before her body fell limp on the floor. I sighed in relief and put the knife down so I could go to the boot of my car and get the bag I'd packed earlier.

Her eyes were still open when I returned to her bedroom. I moved quickly, putting her body into a bag and using her cleaning that I found in the kitchen to clean up as much of the blood as I could. The smell of the blood made me gag and I scrubbed as quickly as I could, trying to beat the germs, it felt like they were crawling all over me already. My breathing sped up and I scrubbed harder, finally jumping up, I needed to get out of here now.

I put the knife and the cleaning products in my bag, slung it over my back and picked the body bag up. The blood stained the floor but apart from that you wouldn't know anything happened in here. Don't let them catch you, they'll stop you and they can't do the job properly.

I chucked Helen and my bag in the boot and drove the twenty miles to the canal as fast as I could. I need to get home soon and shower as I felt disgusting. Dirty boy, dirty unclean boy needs to wash.

No one was around as I imagined, it practically derelict. I drove passed the second abandoned factory and weighted the bag down with large rocks. "Goodbye whore," I said as I pushed her body into the water. She sank to the bottom quickly, I stayed just long enough to make sure she wasn't going to come back up and ran back to my car speeding home. The world was a slightly better place with her gone but what about him? He can't get away with it either. Why kind of sick cheating bastard would cheat on his wife and child? I punched the steering wheel and clenched my jaw. How could he? What about the boy that has to learn his father is cheating scum?

Once I got home I jumped in the shower and scrubbed my body until my skin turned red and stung, it hurt but I felt better, calmer. My heart beat slowed as I got out and dried myself. I'm clean again. I smiled at myself in the mirror.

Finally when I'd finished cleaning the knife and disposing of Helen's cleaning products I climbed into bed and felt my whole body relax. It's done.





Summer's POV

I heard a noise from above the cellar and knew he was back from doing whatever it is he does, murdering innocent people. I shrank back in the sofa and prayed he wouldn't come down here anymore tonight. Rose and Poppy didn't even look away from the film we were watching, did they hear him come back or were they just not scared?

"Poppy why did you give up?" I blurted out. It was something I have wanted to ask thousands of times and something I just couldn't understand. I know she had no one but still this can't be better than living alone, I would rather sleep on the streets than be here.

She looked very uncomfortable as she turned her body to face me. "It's not about giving up Lily, it's about surviving," she replied simply. "I don't know if we'll ever get out of here, alive, but what else can I do?"

"Do you think your family are looking for you?"

She shook her head and smiled sadly, "I know they're not. We had a huge falling out and they said they never wanted to see me again."

"I'm sure they didn't mean it."

"Maybe," she said unconvincingly. "Your family will be though. You never know maybe they'll find us all." She said that a little too enthusiastically as if it was only a dream at this point.

"Yeah, they'll be looking and they will find us, I know Lewis won't give up until he's finds me." I believed that one hundred percent. She smiled and nodded. It was okay that she didn't believe me; I can't blame them after all this time. "We will get out of here Poppy," I said, to myself as much as her.

"Yeah, we will." She squeezed my hand and smiled warmly.

We all went to bed as soon as the film finished. I fell asleep picturing Lewis smile as usual. In the morning I forced myself to get out of bed and get in the shower. Waking up here instead of next to Lewis never gets any easier.

We didn't have long until he would be down here; I dressed quickly so Rose could go in next. He came down the stairs shortly after Rose came out of the bathroom, breakfast was ready and we were just putting it on the plates when he put his hand on the small of my back, leaning over me to look at the food. My whole body froze and bile rose in my throat. My skin was crawling and I quickly moved, pretending to get something else just so I could get his hand off me.

We sat down and I could barely eat I felt so sick from him touching me. He was happy today and chatting about having a good night last night, thankfully he didn't go into any details. I can already imagine what kind of sick things he does. He didn't bring anyone back here though? Did he kill someone outside this house? If he did hopefully the police will find out and eventually find us. I felt hope rise inside me but I didn't let it take over, he was crazy but very intelligent, he's got away with this for so long now.

Suddenly he looked over his shoulder and his expression quickly turned from happy to furious. Rose and Poppy exchanged a worried glance as we all realised he'd seen the dead flowers, they were all turning brown at the edges and a few petals had fallen since we cleaned them up last.

He pushed his chair out roughly, knocking it over. Rose and Poppy stood up quickly but I was frozen completely terrified of what he was about to do. "What's this?" he spat, his face turning red with anger. Poppy pulled me up and pushed me behind her.

"We're sorry Clover, they died," Rose said in a soft soothing voice.

"They died!" he screamed. "Yes they died, because you three useless women can't take care of them! How f*cking hard is it to water them?" He banged his fists down on the table so hard that the glasses of orange juice fell over, spilling down the table and onto the floor.

I could hear my heart beating loudly in my ears as he walked around the table slowly, coming towards us. Poppy grabbed my hand and squeezed it comfortingly, her hand was shaking, I looked down and realised that actually it was me that was shaking. "Do I have to stay down here and babysit you all the time? How hard is it to look after flowers!" he growled, breathing heavily.

None of us said anything; I think it would just make him angrier. He grabbed Rose and slapped her across her cheek making her fall to the floor. Poppy moved in front of me and I tried pulling her back, trying to get us both as far away from him as possible. He grabbed Poppy's hand and pulled her closer, punching her in the jaw at the same time; she cried out in pain for a second and grabbed the side of her face. "You all need to learn," he shouted grabbing my wrists and pinning me to the wall.

My heart stopped and I flinched away, closing my eyes as I preparing to be hit. His fist connected with my cheek and I fell to the floor. Pain exploded in the side of my face and blood started to fill in my mouth. I knew better than to spit it out so I held it in my mouth, the metallic taste was making me feel sick and I fought against the urge to gag. Was he going to kill me now? I closed my eyes and pressed my body against the wall. I love you Lewis.

"Get everything cleaned now," he screamed. I opened my eyes to see him practically ran up the stairs. As soon as he was gone I ran to the bathroom and spat the blood out into the toilet, I was sick a little and started crying. My body was still shaking and I found it hard to breathe. I need Lewis and I need to go home right now.





Lewis' POV

I was woken up at half five in the morning to the sound of someone banging on the front door. My heart leapt out of my chest. Summer? I ran down stairs passing Henry and slowing abruptly as I almost ran into Dawn. God they need to hurry up!

Paul pulled the door open and I held my breath, praying it would be her. My heart sunk when Michael, the Detective walked in. The grim expression on his face made my blood run cold. What's happened to her?

"W-what's, what's h-happened?" Dawn asked, sobbing quietly.

He stepped into the house with the other Detective. "Can we sit down please?" We all walked into the lounge, it didn't feel real, it felt like I was dreaming. Is he about to tell me she's dead? "We've found Summer's mobile phone," he started to explain. "It was found during a one of the searches. It was found by the canal." The canal? I felt sick; they think she's in the canal? "We're getting a team together and as soon as it's light we'll search the water," he said quietly. "I'm so sorry but it looks like she her body may have been dumped in the canal."

"She's not dead!" I shouted, standing up. Why the f*ck won't they listen to me when I tell them that? My girlfriend is not dead.

"Calm down!" Henry stood up and moved in front of me. "Her phone was found by a canal Lewis," he said slowly, tears forming in his eyes.

I backed away from him, how can he think she's gone? "She's not dead," I repeated and walked out, going back to Summer's room. I will not give up on her even if they have. I packed my bag as usual and went back downstairs to grab something quick for breakfast and some snacks for the day. I still had Summer's favourite things in the bag, I wasn't going to eat them, they were for her.

My parents were already here when I walked in. "Are you coming with us?" Mum asked me as she spread butter on a stack of toast. They came over every morning at around six o'clock; mum would cook and support Dawn while dad joined in with the searches.

I grabbed two slices of toast even though eating made me feel sick, I needed energy to search for longer. "Come where?"

"To the canal," Dawn said, sobbing on Paul's shoulder.

I clenched my jaw and grabbed some crisps and cartons of juice, throwing them in the bag roughly. "No, I'm going to look for Summer!" I walked out of the house and got in my car, driving off quickly. I couldn't be there anymore, how can they just give up on her? It's only been twenty one days; I could never give up, even if it had been twenty one years.

The air was warm and there was absolutely no wind, it was almost too quiet. I know she's not dead, I could tell what was wrong with her without her telling me, I knew what she was thinking and how she would react to a situation, I know her too well, she's alive and waiting to be found and I won't let her down.

I walked into the forest thinking about Summer and picturing her smile, she's so beautiful and I can still see her in my head so clearly. It started to feel like my lungs were tightening and it was hard to swallow and breathe but I pushed myself forward. Finally after a few more steps my legs gave way and I fell to the floor. Leaning up against a tree, I started crying in the middle of the forest.