All Chapters of Dark Horse : Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

WHEN LITTLE THINGS GO WRONG, DON'T IGNORE.BE WARNED! EVIL STARTS WITH THINGS SO SMALL, BUT AT THE END, YOUR LIFE WON'T BE YOURS.                     Adrianne "Adrianne... That's a very lovely name, my dear." Jason said, smiling at me in a creepy way I didn't like at all. We were having dinner at Jason's house and I was not happy about the words he whispered about my mom to make her blush. Boy, was she naïve. She had been seeing him for two months now and she was very happy. Every morning, she ratted out words about how awesome and nice he was until I had to put in my airpods to block out her voice. "So, my dear, how is school? I noticed you were walking home that day. Do you not have a car?" Here he was, trying to get me to chat with him. I pushed my food around in my plate. "If

Sometimes, only sarcasm gets your joke. Notice the pun? Hmm.. Even I don't. I think I might have detention. Victim's povHe was dragging me by my hair, dragging me out of my prison. I had lost count of days and my face no longer throbbed. I longed to breathe in fresh air and smell the grass. I wondered what was outside my prison.His face was contorted with fury and his movements were rough and aggressive. I saw a tunnel few feet ahead. He wasn't going to make me run, right? I wasn't sure I could even run and I rubbed feeling into my numb arms. He dropped a bag and brought out a wicked sharp blade. The one he used to cut me. A whimper escaped my throat. He cocked the gun, then faced me."Run", he said giving me an emotionless stare. "Please, don't do this." I begged. Why didn't he just kill me and end all this? Instead, he injected me with morphine and let me pas

Sometimes, only sarcasm gets your joke. Notice the pun? Hmm.. Even I don't. I think I might have detention. Victim's povHe was dragging me by my hair, dragging me out of my prison. I had lost count of days and my face no longer throbbed. I longed to breathe in fresh air and smell the grass. I wondered what was outside my prison.His face was contorted with fury and his movements were rough and aggressive. I saw a tunnel few feet ahead. He wasn't going to make me run, right? I wasn't sure I could even run and I rubbed feeling into my numb arms. He dropped a bag and brought out a wicked sharp blade. The one he used to cut me. A whimper escaped my throat. He cocked the gun, then faced me."Run", he said giving me an emotionless stare. "Please, don't do this." I begged. Why didn't he just kill me and end all this? Instead, he injected me with morphine and let me pas