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Rose didn't trust Rob.

Sure, he was friends with Jerome, but that made Rose uneasy anyway. She couldn't help but stare at him when she ever has the chance, her cold eyes burning into the back of his skull. Surprisingly, Rob never noticed, even now as he stepped outside of the basement and closing the door behind him with an uneasy look in his eyes. He looked at her, "What is it, Rose?"

"Have you seen Jerome?" Rose asked, looking at herself in the mirror in the hallway they were standing at. It was a large mirror, which was held by a table-like piece of furniture with drawers.

Rob shook his head, "Not at all, why?"

"I suggest the two of you stay hidden for a while, at least, until the news about you escaping is dead and gone." Rose explained as she rummaged through her black, leather purse. "You don't want to be caught now do you?"

"No, of course not. . ." Rob muttered as he leaned against a wall. "Wait a moment, where are we?"

"Figure it out for yourself Rob, I told everyone here about you two and they don't mind." Rose answered, a hairbrush now going through her silky, blonde hair.

Rob arched an eyebrow, "They don't mind having two murderers and a slut here? How shocking. Where are we, a strip club?"

"Haha how funny." Rose replied sarcastically. "And no, I told you, figure it out for yourself."

"Oh, I thought I already did." Rob said, his mind telling him to mock her continuously for as long as he could.

Rose looked at him with a patient look on her face. She smirked as she began with, "Really? That's cute. Now tell me, you and Emily seem to be bonding, what's she telling you about herself?"

"Why do you want to know?" Rob growled, his eyes narrowing, "You don't even give the slightest shit about her."

"And?"

"And, you don't deserve to know." Rob said, his impatience and anger growing. Rose knew he had enough. So, she would give him mercy.

"Ok ok fine, I get it." Rose said as she placed her brush back in her bag and waved him off, "Go hang around and meet people or just do something that will get you out of my sight."

Rob arched an eyebrow at her, his mouth open as if he were going to say something, but he quickly shut it, shrugging to himself instead as he began walking past her. Rose kept looking through her bag, until she glanced at Rob walking past her, and she gripped on some sharpened scissors, stabbing him in the back of his neck. Unluckily, Rob didn't have time to react as Rose repeated this action, and instead his loud muffled shrieks of pain came out. It seemed like hours (although it was actually a few seconds) until Rob finally gave up the fight, and he buckled his knees as his heart gave out on him, immediately classified as dead.

"Alright," Rose breathed out, her hands shaking as she got up. She looked down at the Rob laying face-down on the white floor, his neck flooding the floor around him in red as it looked like a wolf had recently mauled him, but she shook her head, hoping to lose interest on him and she murmured, "Alright Rose, calm down, you need a towel, a new shirt, yes. . ."

She talked to herself as a way to cope as she entered the bathroom, hoping that no one else would once she began washing her hands, "Ok. . .

" They'll all thank me later. . ."

-Author's Note-

Lmao this chapter was this book in a nutshell

Poor Rob,

Could have had a chance in this world

Btw those who judge her for having scissors in her bag then you're judging me bc I do that

So ha

I'd rather you don't make fun of me.