Heathers One Shot

Since JD started at your school, you knew that there was something off about him. You weren't fully sure what, and you didn't want to judge him just off appearances but as you got to know him more, you could only confirm the initial gut feeling you had. With three of your peers dead, you suspected that he had something to do with it. You had never been a fan of the three deceased students, but you didn't want them to die, you were fully satisfied with losing all contact in a few months after graduation. If it had been anyone else, you would have gone straight to the police and hoped there was enough evidence to get him convicted but see as he was the boyfriend of your best friend, Veronica, you had to get her away before she could end up his victim.

You knew she wouldn't believe you, not if you went in all guns blazing but as you pointed out all the suspect things he was up to, you thought that she was starting to see sense. You had done your best to be subtle in doing so, not wanting JD to know you were onto him, but you hadn't been nearly as subtle as you hoped. He had noticed your plot against him, and he wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of him being with Veronica.

After getting the new movie for your Friday night movie nights with your best friend, you had headed home to the house you had assumed would be empty as it was normally at that time. JD had been waiting for you in the darkness of the shadowed corner in your living room, only been seen when you flicked on the light.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, taking a step back into the doorway, ready to make a run for it if you needed to.

"I know what you're doing," he frowned, following suit, taking a couple of steps towards you to try and close the gap.

You took a deep breath. "I don't know what you're talking about."

JD moved his hand inside of his long jacket to the inner pocket.

"No one gets between Veronica and I."

Before you could respond, he pulled out a gun, aiming it at you. You didn't have a chance to flee before he pulled the trigger letting the bullet rip through your abdomen. You grasped the wound, the adrenaline flowing through you and keeping you on your feet. Trying your best, you stumbled into the hall towards the front door. You reached out a hand to the doorknob, smearing your blood on it.

JD grabbed your shoulder pushing you down to the ground and aiming the gun at you again. You braced yourself for the sound of another bullet, but it didn't come, instead a loud knock from the front door surprised your both. You made eye contact with your attacker, his filled with anger and hatred. Reluctantly he lowered the gun, returning it to his pocket before running towards your backdoor, hoping your wound would be enough to end you before you could implicate him but not wishing to hang around long enough for the person at the door to see him.

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Written by Charlotte.

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