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Hello readers.... So, it's been a few months since I was last on and I know I told you I'd stop writing 'Friends Can Kill' but now I'm having second guesses, do you want me to continue?

Hi, everyone.  So, here's the thing.... I don't feel like enough people like my story for me to continue.  If you read my stories and disagree, please fave or tell me so.  If you don't read them go ahead and take a whack at it.  Just please feedback on if I should quit this story or not....

  It was years ago, I was 12 years old.  I had stayed after-school because my mom was always busy.  My dad was at work.  Two hours later it was time to leave.  I always walked home.  It was always peaceful.  But, this time would end in tragedy.  It had rained and the ground was wet.  Puddles of water and mud scattered everywhere.  I passed a small brick house and realized the smell of smoke was coming from up ahead.
  I ran to find its source.  Something was burning.  Gasoline, it smelled like.  I rounded a corner to see a blue minivan upside down.  My mom’s blue minivan…
  “Stay awake Madeline.  Please, stay awake.”  My dad’s voice cracked.  He was in tears.
  “Dad!  Mom!”  I scream running towards the wreck. 
  “Madison, go get help.”  I heard my dad yell before I reached him.  I ran back down the road.  To the closest house there was.  The small brick house.
  “Help, call 9-1-1, my mom’s hurt!”  I screamed banging on the door.  A boy about my age opened it, I later learned his name was Mason.  Tears were streaming down my face.  “Help.”  I said again.  He looked confused but grabbed the nearest phone and did call 9-1-1.  By the time the ambulance had arrived.  My dad was trying to comfort my mother.  Lying on the ground.
  He looked fine.  Like I had, He was having a hard time breathing but it was nothing compared to the mom.  Her arm was twisted unnaturally and she was bleeding, a lot.  Her chest was barely moving.  Her eyes close to being shut.  She would be dead before she reached the hospital.  I would be left alone with the killer of my mom, his wife.  Yet, I still didn’t know.
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  I opened my eyes.  Putting the memory back, far away.  The hospital parking lot had very few cars in it.  I took a deep shakey breath.
  I climbed out of the car, walking towards the main entrance.  Ms. Lincomfelt was right behind me.
  "Chasten Lincomfelt?"  The attendant asked as we entered.  I nodded.  "Room 247, he's probably sleeping, so please don't wake him."  I nodded again and walked down the hall.  Finally finding the room.
  I opened the door softly and saw Chasten sitting up, reading.  He smiled as I entered and put the book down.
  "Oh, thank god, you're alright.  I say running over to him.  Not giving him a hug, afraid that I might hurt him.
  "Duh, this is Chasten we're talking about."  He says, referring to himself in third-person.  I smile, he can make a joke at the worst of times.
  "Nothing broken?"  I ask.
  "Nope."
  Ms. Lincomfelt butts in.  "Oh, I forgot, I got something for you Chasten, but left it in the car.  I'll be right back."
  "No."  I say.  "I'll get it."
  I walk out of the room and head for the main doors.  Volunteering to get whatever it was she forgot was a mistake......

  SUSPENCE!!  okay so, comment, fave I need feedback!

  Time passed slowly, second by second.... minute by minute.  Ten minutes before class would end the phone in the classroom rang.  Everyone breathe a sigh of relief at the few seconds of freedom.  Mrs. Alexander walked over and picked the phone up.
  "Hello.... yes she’s here.... send her to go home? Okay, Okay!"  She hung up the phone and scanned the room catching my eye.  "Ms. May, you're leaving, grab your things and get out."  She said irritated by the interruption.
  Mrs. Alexander had always been a mean teacher.  She'd been teaching for 30 years and I'm surprised they hadn't cut her off with this attitude.  People gave me a look of death.  They hated the fact that they had to suffer through this and I got to leave early. 
  I walked out the door and headed towards my locker.  I put in my locker combination.  Thinking to myself who was here to pick me up.  My dad was at work.  And my mom, I would never see again.  I packed up all my books.  It was Friday.  I wasn’t going to come back to school today.  There was 1 week of school left.  1 more week.  Next Thursday would be the night of prom.  So, I’d be shopping over the weekend.  Constantly having to look over my shoulder.
  I walk towards the office doors and head inside.  Chastens mom stood there, waiting for me.
  “Thank god you’re here Madison!  Come on, I want you to see Chasten.” She says leading me out the schools main doors.  Her small car waits, parked by the sidewalk.  I’m pushed into the backseat and she starts to drive.  To the hospital.  To where Chasten is.
  My chest still has a sharp pain in it.  But, it’s been slowly dulling away.  I stared out the windshield as we drove towards the hospital.  Not a word exchanged in the hour drive.  Silence, was all that could be heard.  Time dragged on, just like it did in class.  He’s hurt. 
  ‘My fault, all my fault.’  I kept saying to myself, because it was true.  Little did I know how true it was.  Mason was involved, but someone I trusted with everything was responsible for my mother’s death and Jasmines.  The man I trust the most.
  Chasten ended up in the hospital, very much like my mom did.  A car accident and very hurt.  My memory flashed through my mind.
 

  Mason was at school.  A few scratches were on his face and he was sweating.  As if he had been running.  Something was off about him.
  "You okay?  You're really late."  He asks sensing I was off.  He put his arm around my shoulder and I cringed at his touch.  He noticed and pulled away immediately.
  "I'm fine.  Just tired."  I say letting out a sigh.
  "Madison!"  I hear my name being yelled.  I look up to see Sara running down the hallway towards me.  "What the hell happened to you?"  You missed first period.  And you look horrible!"
  "Thanks, appreciate the compliments."  I say kind of hurt.
  Oh, I'm so sorry, Madison, I didn't mean.... it's just--"
  "Look!  I'm fine, but Chasten isn't"  I say, tears reforming in my eyes.
  Mason is still standing near by, listening to the conversation.
  Sara doesn't seem to care about Chasten.  "Well come on, we got a few minutes before our next class starts.  Let's get you fixed up."
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  Sara went through her bag of make-up, Mascara, blush, eye-liner.  I always thought she applied this stuff on too heavy, but I wasn't any make-up artist or whatever you want to call it.  Sara used the green eye-liner that complimented my eyes.  A light blush and just a bit of mascara.  She had done a wonderful job.
  This was how I wanted to look on the night of prom.  Chasten, he was my prom date.  He might end up coming there in a wheel chair.  My fault, all my fault.  I willed myself not to cry.  Not wanting to mess up the work Sara did.  I looked at her.
  "Thanks so much."  I say hugging her and smiling.
  "You're welcome, besides you needed my help."  She says teasingly.
  "Well. come on.  We got to get to class."  I say pulling her behind me.
  I headed towards Algebra while Sara headed towards Science.  I entered the class just as the bell rang.  I sat in the only available seat.  Next to Mason.  Who knew friends can kill?


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  "No, no, no...."  I say, shaking my head.  "Not now."
  Tears are streaming down my face.  I was hoping this wouldn't happen to Chasten.  The strange phone call played back through my mind.
  'Some of your friends.'
  What if they weren't going to harm Chasten.  The figure was getting closer.  But, it was still hard to tell who it was because smoke filled the air.  My seatbelt had kept me from hitting the windshield and probably crashing my skull.  It protected me.  Now, I felt as if it were gluing me into the killers path.
  It wouldn't come loose.  So, I grabbed Chasten's pocket knife off the floor and started sawing through the fabric.  I got loose and kicked the passenger door off its hinges.  There was to time to get Chasten out.  I had to stand and fight.
    There were a few houses around and someone must have called 9-1-1 because the sirens were close.  The smoke hadn't cleared yet so I still couldn't tell who the killer was.  But, I was able to see that they were turning to see where the sirens were coming from.  The smoke was almost gone and it was becoming clear to me who it was.  But, it didn't make sense.  He started to run for the nearby woods.  The dirty-blonde hair, the tanned skin.  He looked like Mason.
  But, how could this be true.  Did he really kill Jasmine?  I could see the red and blue lights in the distance.  This would be the second time this week I'd be questioned by police.  This time Chasten would be included.  If he was conscious by then.
  In the next hour an ambulance arrived as did the police.  Chasten was put on a stretcher, hardly breathing and driven away.  I was questioned once again and was then taken to school.  I argued my way there though, they wanted to take me to the hospital.  I had a small cut on my cheek and a large pain in my chest.  How I avioded as much damage as Chasten did, I had no idea. 
  Chasten was hurt and I couldn't help but feel it was my fault.

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  Chasten lends me a pair of his boxers and an old shirt.  It's around 9 at night and I'm tired.  I turn on the TV in his room and start to flip through the channels.  The Blind Side is just a few minutes in and I snuggle up into Chastens arms.  I can feel myself slipping off into sleep.  I'm afraid to be attacked again.  But, I know I'm safe in his arms.
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  The next morning comes quickly.  I wake up still in his arms and the TV still on.  Light is leaking in through the window.  I yawn and stretch.  Chasten moves and opens his eyes.
  "Morning."  I say smiling.
  "Good morning."  He says kissing me.  The perfect wake-up call.  "You hungry?"  He asks.
  I nod.  He leads me downstairs to eat.  I see my dad passed out on the living room couch.  I smile at myself.  'He must have been up late.'  I think.  It's about 7 in the monring and we need to be at school by 8.  School was going to be out in 2 weeks and everyone was excited.  I was thinking today was going to be perfect and I would have thought wrong.
  Ms. Lincomfelt had started to make pancakes and I went back upstairs to change.  Once again, Chasten lent me some of his clothes.  I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt over the shirt I wore to bed.
  I clamber back down the steps and sit down in at the table.  I grabbed the bottle of syrup and basically drown my pancakes in it.  I loved the sweet gooey stuff.    The next half hour had passed quickly also.
  I had left my backpack in Chasten's car the night before so there was no need to go back upstairs.
  "See you later. mom!"  Chasten yelled upstairs to his mom who was cleaning laundry.
  "Bye, dad!"  I yell towards the living room.  Of course, he was still asleep.
  We listened to the radio on the 20 minute drive to school.  Songs like 'Call Me Maybe', 'Wide Awake' and 'What Makes You Beautiful' were popular and those were the songs that were played the most during the day.
  About a mile away from the school Chasten turns the radio off.  "You still upset about the other night?"  He asks keeping his eyes on the road.
  "No, as long as your with me I feel safe."  I say looking at him and smiling.  He looks back at me and smiles too.  In those quick seconds so many things happened.  Someone jumped out in the road.  I screamed for Chasten to "Look out!".  The car swerved off the road and  rammed and tree.
  The airbag hit me square in the face and a jet of pain traveled down my spine.  I could have sworn that their was a minute where I had passed out, but it was hard to tell.  A huge headache caused everything to seem out of place.  My vision looked like I was seeing everything through water.  My limbs ached and I didn't know if Chasten was okay.
  "Chasten, are you alright?"  No answer.  "Chasten?"  I ask again looking at him.
  His forehead had a big gash in it, blood spilling.
  "Oh my god!  Chasten, wake up, please!"  My eyes are brimming with tears.  The figure of a person walking towards the car gets my attention.  The knife is very noticeable.
 
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  Chasten and I sit still in his car.  Parked in his driveway.  I can see out of the corner of my eye that Chasten is staring at me, but I just stare ahead.  I thought I was going to be the next that was taken down.  Apparently the killer has heard of the phrase 'Kill two birds with one stone'.
  "What happened last night?"  Chasten finally asks.  That's when I start breaking down into tears.  I confessed everything.  From the phone call, to my dad's behavior, to the break in.  Nothing had ever happened to me like that before.  And I can guarantee it hadn't happened to anyone else I knew, except for maybe Jasmine.
  Chasten leaned over and opened the passenger side door, while I was still bawling my eyes out.  He then climbed out of his side and walked over to the passenger side. 
  "Come on, Madsion."  He whispered.
  I climbed out and shut the door behind me.  I was starting to calm down but was still whimpering.  Chasten grabbed my hand and half led half dragged me to the front door.  Next thing I know, he's pulling me up the steps towards his room.  Not even saying "Hello" to his parents like he usually did.
  He sat me down at his desk chair and he himself sat down across from me on his bed.  My eyes were red but I had stopped crying.
  He stared at me for several minutes then asked, "Is that why up were upset this morning?"
  I take a shaking breath and say, "Well that and the fact that I didn't get much sleep afterward."  I smile weakly and he smiles back.  "I honestly don't know where I'm even staying tonight.  My dad was alerted about the break in, but as far as I know the glass wasn't fixed today."
  "Your welcome to stay with me tonight.  Your dad too."
  "Thank you!"  I say getting up and hugging him.  I pull away and look at him.  He's kissed me, so it's time I return the favor.  I stand on my on my toes and lightly kiss him.  I'm about to pull away when he kisses me back.  Not like last time, though.  It was a feeling I couldn't explain.