Those Murders Chapter 4 *finished*

"His house." And with that, she was gone.

I was walking to his house. It was 10pm. I hit the corner. As I waited for the cars to pass I felt someone breathing. Deep, slow, hot breathing on the back of my neck. I was frozen. Someone put their hand on my shoulder. I didn't - couldn't - turn around. The cars passed, but I didn't go. I wasn't positive, but I had a feeling this guy killed my two friends. My gut told me to run, to get away from there, but for the first time in my life, I ignored it. His touch - or her touch - was almost paralyzing. There breath was still stinging my neck. I didn't breathe. I wouldn't breathe.

Couldn't breathe.

I didn't dare move. Then he spoke; it was a man. "Hey baby sister, where you going at this hour?" I let out my breath and turned around and hugged Derek. And I cried. And I told him about what I told the detective and what she told me. And I told him I was going to see Mike and Genevieve. And I told him how I thought he was the murderer and he just let me cry an cry and when I was done crying I had no idea what time it was.

He walked me to Mike's house. I could hardly breathe from crying so hard. I didn't need to knock - I just walked right in.

"Who's this?" asked the woman. Earlier I found out she was Mike's mom and her name was Devin.

"My brother." I answered. I didn't have to tell her why I was there.

She led me to the back room. There, in the bed, were Gen and Mike. Terror in there eyes, but, like the detective said, no sign of a fight was indicated. Gen's scarf had been removed, and you could see where the scarf belonged. I snuggled in Derek's jacket.

"Come on, we gotta go home." He pulled me to the door. I stopped.

"I don't wanna go to bed. Because I'm afraid if I go to sleep, then you'll disappear and be murdered." I started to cry.

He picked me up. "What if you sleep with me? Then, I'll be with you, so if I do disappear, you'll notice and wake up."

I liked that, but... "What about school tomorrow?"

"I can handle that."

Nothing happened that night. In the morning I was dragged to school. It made me feel better that my brother talked the teacher into letting him stay in my school. A couple weeks went by and there was no more murders. The cops were still on lookout, I hung out with Kyra, and after the third week, Derek was able to go back to college.

A whole month went by, and my life was almost normal. You know, except the fact that my best friend's were dead. My birthday was here and I was excited. Today I turned 17.

My cell phone rang. I was laying on my bed. It was Derek. "Hey Derek! How you doing? Today has been great-" I was cut off by a sob. "What's wrong Der-bear?" I asked, using the nickname I gave him when I was 3.

"This is his roommate. Derek... Derek was murdered this morning."