Deadly Obsession

Chapter 18

(Helena's POV)

I found myself and my mother standing outside an expensive looking dress shop at the Jacksonville square the day before the supposed Halloween party. Different Halloween costumes were displayed on the glass windows. I grimaced when I saw a Lolita costume. Is that even related to Halloween? Not really but I bet 30% of Jacksonville high female students will buy that kind of s**t costume. The next 50% will either dress as a cat woman or a sexy demon/witch/goddess. And of course, the rest will dress as simple ghosts. Damn halloween party!

"I don't really mind not going." I tried to reason out with my mother.

"Of course you will go! I'm really looking forward to this kind of parties. I even saved some money for this and your senior prom. Besides, I know Mrs. Knight, she used to give me cute dresses that she designed when I was a kid." She grinned and dragged me inside. Damn hell.

After so many minutes...

"This one's cute!" My mum exclaimed happily as she showed me the dress she found.

"I don't want to dress up like Carrie from that horror novel. It's enough that they already soaked me in filthy pig's blood." I grimaced as I look at the red dye soaked ball gown.

My mother frowned but put down the gown and ransacked through the stashes of Halloween costumes on one corner of the shop.

"Oh I'm sure that this will fit your daughter very well!" The old woman who owns the shop showed us a white off shoulder dress that reaches the knees and has a matching brown leather belt. I think that it is supposed to be an angel outfit or something. So far, it's the most decent dress that I saw on this place. Even so...

"I'm not wearing that. I don't even want to attend the fricking Halloween party." I said stubbornly for the umpteenth time.

"But this is the best one ever. Or do you secretly want to wear that sexy cat costume that we saw earlier." My mother said mischievously.

"Damn! Alright! Alright, I'll wear that! Happy now?" I shot my mum an irritated glance but she just grinned like an i***t.

The day of the party...

I tugged at the damned dress as I walked towards the JH gym. The loud party music is already playing so I assume that the program is about to start.

I took out my new Samsung S4 (my mum bought it from her workmates for half the real price... She actually cried when she learned what happened to my beloved old phone) and looked at my face.

My hair is fixed into a French braid and there is very light make up on my face. I fought the urge to wipe my pink lipstick and blush on but I know my mum would be disappointed. We actually fought for hours just for her to fix my hair and make up. At the end, she won by giving me a poor puppy eyed look like she is a lost kid and I said finally said yes.

My heart raced at the possibility of the killer seeing me in this state. I don't wish to have another letter from him/her soon.

I saw Principal Smith just outside the entrance of the gym. She is with some members of the student council. I mentally noted that Michael is missing and that is actually a good thing. I have no plans of showing my face to him or his asshat cousin.

"Ticket." Bailey Corden, the public relations officer asked me in a bored manner. She is wearing a Annabelle doll costume and is chewing her bubblegum very slowly.

I gave her my ticket and is about to go in when principal Smith, who is dressed as a witch. Her white hair stood on all directions like she put her finger in an electric socket and got electrocuted.

"Excuse me but I don't remember you being a Jacksonville High student. Are you with someone? I'm sorry but you should call for your student friend out here." She said in her usual wheezy voice.

"I am a student here, principal Smith. Helena Blackthorn. Senior student." I said robotically and I saw the shock register on both her and the student's faces.

"The weirdo freak? Wow, you're pretty." Max Collins, the treasurer whistled.

I ignored them and walked inside. My head spins a little because I'm not wearing my eyeglasses.

I hear the students murmur around me as I walked directly towards the refreshments area.

"Is that actually Freak?"

"Of course not. Impossible."

"Is that the weirdo Helena? She's damn hot."

"She's hot. No doubt somebody is all out on killing for her."

"You actually believe in that bullshit? She's just making that up! She's a witch! I bet she kills all those people for some black magic ritual. What we see now is a part of her bloody black magic. She should be imprisoned. Why the hell did they bring her back."

"Yeah right. Her face couldn't be really that pretty with makeup. I mean she's a freak." The last two speakers turned out to be Riley Keenan and Amanda Brown.

I tried to ignore them and got myself a punch from the refreshments table instead.

"You look gorgeous tonight." A voice suddenly spoke beside me. I whipped my head and saw Michael Stevens leaning on the refreshments table, holding a cup of punch on one hand and a folder on the other. For some reason, he is dressed like a scarecrow with complete fake mud and all but he still looks like he is posing for a magazine shooting.

"Uh... Thank you." I said warily. I said, distancing myself from him. He may look really innocent like a prince from a fairy tale book but who knows if he's the bloody killer.

"You made a scene put there, Freak." I turned my head on the other side and found myself face to face with Julian Ashcroft who is wearing a three piece black suit. Trust him never to go along with the dress code and still manage to pass through old woman Smith. He is scowling right now, the expression marring his handsome look. Keep on doing that and you'll look like a monster that you really are. I thought and almost smiled.

"Why? Did Riley threw a terrible tantrum and you did not get any kiss tonight?" Now, it's my turn to tease him.

"Shut the f**k up!" He growled.

"Stop it, Julian. Why don't you go back to your b***h girlfriend instead?" Michael said.

"Why don't you just do your job?" Julian asked and threw an irritated look at his cousin.

I sipped my punch while the two of them continued to stay silent. I actually want to applaud myself for staying calm while being in between two possible psychotic killers.

"Julian!!!!! What are you doing with that freak?!" Riley arrived with her friend, (a fake one though) Amanda.

"I'm just looking around." He shrugged.

Riley, who is wearing a short Lolita outfit scowled at me.

Amanda, on the other hand, who is wearing a sexy cat girl costume and secretly wants Julian even though she has a boyfriend grinned and poured her punch on my head.

And it's not even a f*****g punch! I smelled like rotten eggs and urine.

I heard some people like Julian and Riley laugh while Michael asked me if I want to go home but I shook my head. Enough is f*****g enough.

In the past, I ran away, but now, I get a revenge.

I grabbed Amanda's long blonde hair which is tied into a ponytail and yanked hard until some strands were uprooted and her hairstyle is ruined.

Riley immediately ran to help her 'friend' and soon, we were already a tangle of limbs on the floor. Pure adrenaline washed into my system but they are still stronger because I am alone.

Riley managed to hold both of my hands while Amanda punched and slapped me repeatedly on the face. And our schoolmates? They are all jeering and making catcalls like all of this is a show.

"Listen to me, loser. I can't ever accept the fact that you're pretty so we have to destroy that. She raised her hand and I saw she is holding a sharp pointed metal on her hand, it's point directly pointing to my face. I struggled and closed my eyes, waiting for the damage to occur but none came.

I saw Michael, Julian and a few men holding both of the girls. Principal Smith shaking her head.

"Bring them home. They're banned from this area tonight. Especially you, Amanda. We never thought that you would try to do that." Principal Smith grimaced.

The girls struggled but were overpowered. I just lay on the floor and wished that it will swallow me. Then, I stood up. I'm going home.

(Amanda's POV)

"I'm f*****g going home!" Riley entered her personalized pink Volkswagen. I am about to enter the passenger side when she clucked her tongue.

"Oh no, honey. You go home walking." She laughed and sped off while I stood alone in the darkened carpark.

"Alone?" A voice spoke behind me and I turned around.

"Why are you talking to me? Aren't you angry at us?" I frowned at him.

"Of course not, it's all for a show."

"Now what?"

"Let's go. I have my car."

I grinned and followed him inside.