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I turned away from him and strode over to the river. The water brushed against the trash and smooth rocks that lined its shores. I gazed out across the wide expanse, but my eyes saw very little. My mind, however, went back to the confrontation at the old peoples’ house.
Red. My friend and roommate. He was a monster. The savage glint in his eyes had told me as much. But why Vincent? Why did he hate him so much that he-
I froze. My eyes widened. Echoes of our conversations rang in my mind.
“We could make a couple of bucks by renting out the spare bedroom.”
“I thought my new roommate might want her first dinner in our apartment to be memorable, so I fixed up something special.”
“Oh Red. . .” I whispered. I looked up at the partial moon. Its faced stared back at me and judg
