"You look hot." Chris teased me as I walked into the hallway.

Ricky stepped out of our room, trailing right behind me. He narrowed his eyes at Chris, "Don't push it."

"He was joking, Mr. Jealousy." I laughed, feeling his arm snake around my waist, "You know he'd never cheat on Angelo, and I'd never ever cheat on you."

Ricky grumbled something I didn't catch as he looked away from me. His arm was still on my waist, but his sights were anywhere but on me. I turned my body to grab his hips and slammed him against the wall. My lips crashed into his. At first he was non responsive, only to melt into me.

I smirked as I barely separated our lips, "I couldn't cheat, because there's nothing better than you. Okay?"

He relaxed in a sigh, "Okay."

I snickered under my breath at how cute he was. Jealousy can be cute, when it's in small doses. Ricky and I stepped back from the wall and hurried to catch up with Chris. We walked out into the living room where the others were waiting on us. Vinny's the one with the criminal mastermind for a father, and Ryan was the reject surgeon on the group. I thought it was fitting to let them figure out the plan.

They had a map spread out on the coffee table. It was hand drawn, but I trust as accurate as it could be for it's nature. The others were sitting around and waiting for their genius plan to be revealed. First they had to stop bickering.

"GUYS!" Balz shouted over them, "Mind saving your martial disputes for the bedroom?"

Ryan stared back at him, "Martial dis-"

"He's joking!" Vinny stopped him, "It's a joke. Let it go."

"Whatever." Ryan grumbled. He cleared his throat to continue, "The first thing we have to do before anything is take out the power and the backup generator. The control panel should be in plain sight in the basement. Vinny can take care of it. The cords to the backup generator might be a little tricky to find, but they should be down there. Balz, you have good eyes and you're great at destroying things, so I'll leave that up to you."

"How do we get into the basement in the first place?" Balz asked.

"That's part of the problem. There's a cellar entrance you can go through from the outside, but you'll set off the alarm. You'll have to work fast. As long as you do though, we should be fine. Once the power is down, the rest of us can raid the place. Ryan-Ashley is going to come with me to clear a path for me to get to what I need. The rest of you can have fun slaughtering people."

"Maybe we can teach Vinny how to kill." Ricky stated with a sinister smile.

"If someday we do get busted, I don't want to add more charges onto my pile." He replied.

Chris sighed theatrically, "Vinny, you've already been accessory to too many murderers to count. Plus breaking out of prison is a HUGE crime. You've already got life if you get caught again. Besides, living with us, you need to learn how to tear a man's head off."

"It's killed or be killed." I told him.

He sat on the idea, not saying anything. If he has to think about it he might not be ready. We'll see how tonight goes. Chris is right though. He needs to step up. We can't carry him though everything. You'd think he could kill easily with all the death his father brought to people.

"There is one other thing though." Ryan said, "A lot of hospitals have back up batteries in their cameras. Obviously when you get in there you can destroy them, but just to be safe I think we should wear masks."

"Kinky." Chris muttered, but I think I was the only one that caught it.

Him and I looked at each other for a moment and laughed. Then I glanced back to Ricky and he wasn't all too happy. When is he going to understand that we're just joking? Chris and I worked together in the prison for almost two years. We have a close friendship. Key word: Friendship. That's it.

My smile fell once I realized he was mad at me. I turned back to the topic at hand, "I hope you have those masks for us?"

"Of course I do." Ryan responded, like I was an idiot or something.

He stood up and stepped out of the room for a minute. It was awkwardly quiet. Everyone else could feel the tension between Ricky and I. You could cut it with a knife, it was so thick. Ryan came back in the room moments later. It felt like he was gone forever.

He threw something my way. I snatched it out of the air, feeling the plastic under my fingers. As I repositioned the mask to see the face, I came to the realization it was a Michael Myers mask.

"Myers." I muttered to myself.

"He was the one that killed his sister, right?" Chris asked, to which I nodded and he added, "Well, it's fitting for you."

Ricky turned his head towards me, "What?"

I looked back at him, seeing he was on the verge of getting pissed at me once again. "Hm?"

"What does he mean it's fitting for you?" He asked. I shied away from answering, which didn't help his anger, "Devin?"

Oh please, Babe, don't push it. I don't want to talk about this right here, right now. Not in front of everyone else. It was one thing for Chris to joke about it, but I don't want to actually tell anyone.

"Ricky, maybe you guys should talk about this later, when you're alone." Chris calmly suggested.

He ignored Chris' words, glaring at me, "Devin?!"

"I killed my little sister alright!" I lashed out at him. Silence fell over the room like a blanket. I took a deep breath, lowering my voice to a mutter, "I killed my little sister and my little brother right after my father died. I did it because I didn't want them to turn out like me, and I figured if Heaven is really real, it's a Hell of a better place for them than living with me in a home bought by dirty money."

Just thinking about it brought heavy tears to my eyes. He didn't say anything or even ease up on the harsh look he was giving me. I could feel the others' burning their stares into me. I didn't want to be seen crying in front of all of them, so I took off back to any room I could find. All I knew in my mind was to not go into my own room. Ricky's cologne haunted that space and I knew I'd break even more. I'd want him there, even if I was mad at him.

Who knows who's room I ended up sinking to the floor in. Digging up old memories was not something I was all too fond of. It breaks me unlike anything else. I sat there on that cold hardwood floor and tried to make myself as small as possible. My arms wrapped tightly around my chest as I hoped they'd all leave me the fuck alone.

The door slowly creaked open. Of course they wouldn't. They never do. I tried my best to wipe my eyes of the tears that blurred my vision. It didn't help much. I suppressed those memories for a damn reason. Now they're playing back in my head and I feel like I can't breathe.

"Maya?" I called for her as I stepped inside the house.

Like usual, I made sure to lock the door and double check that I locked it. My little sister came running towards me. I knelt down, feeling guilty for letting her hug me after I was just in such a dirty part of down.

"Were you a good girl for the sitter?" I asked her.

She nodded with a wide smile. The babysitter came walking out, "She was an angel." She said.

I stood back up and opened my purse, "Good. How much do I owe you?"

"Twenty." The girl told me, so I handed her over a pile of ones and fives along with a thank you.

She showed herself out. I locked the door once again, careful that my paranoia didn't consume me. Checking the time, it was well past Maya's bedtime. I told the sitter to let her stay up because she won't let anyone else put her to bed. She was obviously tired.

"You ready for bed?" I asked her.

"Can I have some milk before I go to sleep? Pleeeassee?" Maya pleaded.

I smiled, "Sure. Go get ready for bed and I'll get it for you."

Once she had turned her back, I let my smile face. The darkness of the house was settling around me. Thankfully, because I don't want her to realize there were tears rimming my sinful eyes. I rose to my feet and pulled off my heels, dropping them to the hardwoods. I'll pick it up later. I pulled off my fake fur shall and threw it over the back of the couch as I passed through the living room.

The moonlight poured into the kitchen. I hit the radio, keeping it quiet. "I Remember You" was on, but it meant nothing to me. I had no one to remember, and no one to remember me. It was a soft song to play quietly while I pulled things together. I lit myself a cigarette and let it hang in my mouth while I got myself the last of the coffee in the maker. It was barely warm, but I splashed liquor in it so it didn't matter.

My eyes fell to a pile of mail on the counter. I picked them up and looked through them. All final notices and overdue bills. Fucking fabulous. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I knew it was about time. I heard my baby brother start to cry, and the reality of it met up with me. I had no other choice.

I grabbed some formula from the fridge and mixed it up. As I heated it in the microwave, I poured a glass of milk for Maya. The microwave dinged and I grabbed the baby's bottle. I set it on the counter next to Maya's milk. Then I went under the sink and looked around, finding the box of rat poison. There oddly was no hesitation in me to do this, but I think that's because I know this is what's best for them.

Tonight I danced on a stripper pole for two hours, then went down to the motel and got fucked by a gangster. After he went one round with me, he dragged me down the hall to his friend's room. Four of them gang raped me and I had to take it because that's what whores do. I can still smell their cum in my hair now. I think about all of that, and that's what makes me know I have to take my siblings out of their misery before it even begins. I don't even want to picture my little sister going through all of that.

I mixed a decent amount of poison in with their milk. They'll never know the truth and that is the best gift I can ever give them. I walked down the hall to Maya's room. She sat up waiting for me. I set her glass of milk on her nightstand, then kissed her forehead.

"Sweet dreams. I love you." I told her.

"I love you too, Devin." She so innocently replied.

I'm going to miss her. This is worth it though. I never want her to see the horror of this world.

The baby was still crying. I closed up Maya's room and went to address that. He stopped once I walked into the room. I picked him up and began to bounce him. He happily took his bottle and drank it down fast. As I set him down, I glanced out the open window. The young neighbor boy was out on his back patio smoking weed. Again? I'm getting fucking sick of smelling his pot.

I checked the baby to make sure he was definitely asleep. He was out like a rock. I softly trekked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Something needs to take my mind off of things. I saw the butcher knife sitting on the counter, almost as if it wanted me to pick it up. I slid it into one of the back looks of my ring belt and walked outback.

"Hey whore!" The neighbor boy shouted at me, "Why don't you come suck us off for a dime?"

Him and his friends laughed together. Funny, they thought I was actually a woman. What idiots. I didn't say a word as I pushed open the gate between our yards. They got all riled up, thinking I was actually going to take them up on their offer. They couldn't afford me. Their eyes followed me curiously. I leaned over the one who lived here, letting my fake cleavage hang in his face.

He was too distracted to see me pull the knife from my back. I sharply dived it into his chest and saw the blood quickly spill out of his mouth. It was satisfying to see. His friend tried to run, but I grabbed that little shit. Pulling him back to me, I slammed his screaming face into the concrete. Their blood combine pooled all over the porch.

I sat down, not caring about getting covered in it. It was actually a turn on for me. Yeah, yeah. I'm fucking sick and I know it. I got myself another smoke from my back pocket and lit it. The night sky was gorgeous. It was about the only pretty thing around here. Now my two angels are going to be new stars up there.

Someone grabbed my hand. I didn't look up, but I felt them slip something weighted into it. I knew that feeling all too well. I looked down and saw my old friend, the butcher knife. My eyes trailed up to who gave it to me. Chris was there, knelt down in front of me. He cautiously formed a smile.

"There's people to be killed." He said simply, as if it really was simple. "I'm sorry. I should have never mentioned your sister. That whole scene was my fault."

"He would have had to of known eventually." I muttered.

Chris took a moment to think. He stood up and offered me his hand. I let him pull me to my feet, but this dark cloud still hung over me. I looked down at the beautiful blade in my hand. He's right; There's people to be killed.