I was sitting on the table in Zaid's 'work' room. It's where he made the weapons at. I had thrown on his Avenge Sevenfold shirt.

"So" he said trailing off. I looked up and saw his eyes darting back and forth from the scars on my thighs. I sighed.

"I cut myself"

"I see that. Don't worry. I'm not judging you" He said showing me his wrists. I saw the white lines of scars. I smiled softly at him and kissed his wrists. He looked conflicted.

"What?"

"Finish your weapon or kiss your thighs" I rolled my eyes and slapped his shoulder. He grinned and continued working. He had already melted razors together. Now he was shaping it into a knife. Next would be adding a handle.

"So I have a question?" he asked me still working.

"Yea?" .i asked quietly. I was suddenly feeling self conscious after what he said. What if he was like the guys back home. Then you kill him a voice said. I guess it was right because he already j we about my plan.

"Who are we killing first?". Oh he was still serious. Good.

"I was thinking my uncle. That's why I'm in this town anyways"

"After your uncle?"

"My third grade teacher"

"Here?"

"Yup" he nodded. I felt anger boil through my blood thinking about Ashley Andrews. My third grade teacher. When Clay was drunk and came to me, if I didn't do what he said fast enough or I cried, he would hit me or grab me hard. If dad was upset about work or something, more bruises. Ashley saw them. She would stare at them. She even asked me about them a few times. She never once did anything about it. So I'll do something, about her.

Vance's Pov

"So you think she'd be in Ohio?" I asked.

"Yeah Cinncinati. That's where she was born at. That's where I'd go first." Jake said drinking out of a bottle of scotch.

"Thanks man and would you stop drinking yourself to death"

"Nope" He answered grinning at me. I sighed and hugged him. I headed back to my car. Heading to Cinncinati to save Sky from herself.

Skys Pov

Zaid had a freaking mini van. I had busted out laughing when he showed me. Now that I could breathe again we were in our way to Clays. I now had my own knife. I felt so alive holding it in my hand. Zaid and I decided a few things. We were going to sell his apartment. We already packed everything he wanted and took the rest to good will or threw it away. We sold his electronics and of course took his weaponry. We had stopped by my hotel room and after a quickie put my things in his car and made our way towards Clay. I wanted him dead. It was going to be slow and painful. It was around midnight.

"Follow my lead" I whispered to Zaid as we walked from the car to the house I hated with a passion. We hid our knives in the pockets if our jackets. I rang the doorbell and he answered.

"Skyland?"

"Hi uncle Clay"

"Where the hell have you been? Your parents said you were gone!" he exclaimed, moving out of the way DI we could come in.

"They kicked me out because me dumb boyfriend knocked me up" I said nodding towards Zaid.

"Well boy?"

"I'm Zaid Lambert sir"

"You knocked up my niece?"

"Uh yes sir"

"Alright well, why are you her Hun?" I almost slit his throat but smiled.

"A place to sleep. Maybe a few days"

"Of course and not tell your parents right?" I grinned.

"Right"

"Sure thing. Your aunt Emma and cousins, Bryceson and Brittany are visiting her sister. Their twins by the way" I nodded, I knew he had had kids. I bet he hurts them too. He showed us to our room. The room it happened in most of the time. When he would watch me for my parents. The room where he made me give him a hand job at the cook out and no one saved me. We said our good nights and I sighed after he shut the door.

"What's wrong?"

"This is the room he first touched me in. Where it happened most of the time". He pulled me I'm a hug.

"So he molested you". I nodded. He kissed me. I still haven't got used to that.

"So I have a plan. Just make sure you have my back" I told him.

"You have a devious look in your eyes. I gotta see this" I chuckled. I winked as I took everything off but my lace red bra and matching underwear I had recently bought. I took his shirt off and put it over me.

"Where am I gonna put my knife?"

"Signal me. I'll be hiding and I'll bring it and hold him down" I nodded and walked out. He was on the couch watching t.v. I walked up behind him and leaned down so my face was near his. He jumped.

"Jesus kid! You scared the hell out of me!" I laughed and walked to stand in front of him. I turned the t.v. off.

"You need anything?" he asked. I nodded and climbed on him, straddling him.

"Uh Sky?" I shushed him.

"Remember all the fun times we used to have Clay? Our dirty little secret?" I whispered in his ear. He gulped but nodded. I leaned back and saw lust in his eyes. I stood up and took the shirt off.

"Come on Clay let's have fun again" I said seductively. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back on him. He tried to kiss me but I moved my head and his lips found my neck. I froze. Fear splurging through my body. I felt so hopeless but then I saw Zaid hiding behind a wall. I waved him over and he walked up behind Clay. I sat up and he put his arms around Clays throat.

"What the hell is this?"

"Well Clay I called that playing the player. Now it's time to play kill the molester" I saw the fear rise in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to Sky. You have to believe me. Please don't" Zaid handed me my knife.

"Ya know, this is made out of razor blades. It's so thin it cuts throught skin so easily you wouldn't believe. Know how I know? What you did and many other things drove me to cutting myself. I felt so alive seeing the blood. I've always wondered what doing it to someone else would feel like" I said smirking. I grabbed his wrist and placed the blade against his skin. I slid it slowly across. Blood appearing. He hissed in pain.

"Well I wonder how far I cut?" I wondered aloud. I watched as the blood flowed from his wound.

"Please, no more Sky. I'm so sorry." He begged on the verge of tears. I slit the other wrist and his tears fell along with his blood. I held back a smile. I was done playing around. I needed him dead. I let him bleed out a little longer so he'll be weak.

"So mind telling me why you did what you did?" he remained silent.

"I'm guessing cause he's a sick bastard" Zaid spoke up. I laughed once without humor.

"Please don't do this Sky. I'll do anything you want"

"Anything I want? What I want is to never ave been touched by your filthy hands but that's never gonna happen!" I yelled and he flinched. His eyes hardly open.

"Let go Zaid" when he did I pushed Clay back. The knife lightly pressed against his throat.

"Have you done it to others?" he looked down.

"Answer me!" I screeched.

"Yes! Yes! Okay, I have!" he said sobbing.

"Who?"

"Bryceson, Brittany and the little girl next door"

"Your a sick bastard" I growled.

"I'll stop, I promise"

"I can't take that chance" I said pushing the knife against his throat. A little blood escaped.

"Have fun rotting in hell Clay" I said before pressing deep and sliding the knife across his throat. Blood splattered and with each heartbeat more throbbed out. His blood was all over me. And it felt good. He was chocking and blood was coming out of his mouth. I watched fascinated. The blood slowed until his eyes fluttered closed. His evil heart had stopped beating. I looked up at Zaid.

"That was hot" I rolled my eyes and stood up. I looked down at myself. I was completely covered in blood.

"What are we gonna do with the body?" I asked him walking to the shower.

"Were gonna burn the house down" I shurgged. Works for me. I needed a shower first. I turned the water on. Zaid had dissapeared. I took my bloody clothes off and stepped in the warm water.

"He had kerosene thank god" I scoffed, of course he did. The shower curtain opened and arms wrapped around my waist.

"What are you doing?"

"You" he spun me around and kissed me.

"I'm still bloody"

"I got it" he smirked. He wet my hair and I watched as the water ran red. I looked in his blue orbs as he shampooed my hair. Once he was done with my hair he grabbed the body wash.

"I got this" I told him. He furrowed his eyebrows but handed m the bottle. I felt his eyes on me as I scrubbed the blood off.

"You okay babe?"

"Yes"

"Your not having second thoughts are you?"

"God no!"

"Well?"

"Okay Zaid, yes. I would like to have sex. I'm a 17 year old girl. It I would like to get out of here as soon as possible"

"Okay" he kissed my forehead and opened the shower curtain. I sighed and grabbed his hand. I jumped on his waist and he fell against the wall. He pushed in me and I let out a moan. He smirked. He turned around so my back was against the wall and pulled out before thrusting back in. He worked up a rhythm. The water falling on our bodies. My fingers tangled in his wet hair. I moaned his name as I came. He thrusted in a few more times before he came himself. He grinned at me and I kissed him hard. We got out and dressed. We poured the kerosene everywhere.

"Have you seen his car?"

"What is it?"

"A new black Camaro"

"Well if it's stolen, won't the cops use that to find us"

"One of my friends can change the lisence plate for me. He works at a DMV. He owes me. Damn druggie" I chuckled. We agreed to leave his old car here. It was now 3:30 am.

"I got an idea" he said. He came back with our stuff. We packed the Camaro. I took all the food that would last. Zaid grabbed a pack of matches.

"Alright babe get in the Camaro and wait at the stop sign down there" he pointed which direction and I nodded. A little giddy he called me babe again. He moved the van into the garage. The door closed and I felt a confused expression take over my face. I saw him come running out the front door and a few seconds later something blew up. He jumped on the car, yelling for me to drive. I obeyed and we drive off into the night.

"What the hell did you do?"

"I started the fires in the back of the house. Then I took your clothes and dipped them in kerosene and lit them on fire after stuffing them in the vans filter. It blew the car up of course and since there was kerosene everywhere the fires gonna spread and fast"

"Smart" he grinned. He told where to go and we ended up at a trailer. I drove the car around back so it was hidden. We got out and went in the back door.

"Remy!" he yelled. We walked into the living room I assumed. I saw a gay in leather pants and no shirt. He was super skinny. He had long black hair. He turned his head towards us.

"Zaid?" he stood up and the hugged.

"Rem can you get me a lisence plate?"

"Yeah, who's name?"

"Pierce Moore. I can give you all of his info." I said speaking up.

"I'm guessing you don't like him" I smirked. Zaid went into another room and I sat down beside Remy. He checked me out. I looked at the t.v. suppressing a smirk. Zaid came back out.

"I'm going to bed. I'm really tired" I said. Zaid showed me the room we were sleeping in. I took my clothes off and he handed me his shirt.

"I love it when you wear my shirts" I smiled at him as I crawled in bed.

"Im gonna go hang with Remy for awhile. Night baby" he kissed me and left the room closing the door. I can't believe it's actually done. Clays dead. He won't hurt anybody else. I had felt so alive as I killed him. I couldn't wait to do it again. I grinned and closed my eyes for some much needed sleep.