Chapter 8

"What do you mean? Why are you mad, Chad?" Florence tried to be calm even though Chad was fuming, she has no idea why.

"Do you not know what the rumors about him are?!" He freaked out again, his voice was so loud. Florence was thankful that they were the only ones in the store and there weren't any customers.

"What do you mean? Of course I know what the rumors are!" She answered back.

"Do you know that he's a murderer? That he killed his family and his ex girlfriend and now he's homeless? How could someone like him take you out on a date?! He can't even buy-"

"Stop! Chad why are you saying this? What did he ever do to you?"

Those weren't even the rumors that she heard of..Charlie killed his parents? his ex-girlfriend? Impossible, that's not true!

"He's a dangerous guy! You should not be seeing or talking to him!"

Lies.

"Stop saying that! You don't know him!" Florence felt like crying.

She doesn't even know him either, she doesn't know what to believe anymore.

She doesn't believe the rumors, there was no evidence, if it was true then why is Charlie not in jail? If he was a convict then why would he be running around rampant in their town?

Lies.

"He kills people, he's a psycho! You don't know what he really does, how long have you known him? He must be feeding you bullshit! Enough bullshit for you to hang around with him."

Lies.

Before Florence could slap him she stormed off.

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Saturday and Florence cursed as she puts on her concealer underneath her eyes, the bags under it became a resident on her face since her fight with Chad happened. She was haunted. She kept dreaming about Charlie killing people.

Baseless rumors, all of them.

She didn't want to believe the rumors. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Lies.

Alessa knocked softly on her bedroom door.

"Ain't you look stunning," She beamed once she sees Florence sitting in front of the vanity mirror, finishing her last make up touches.

Florence doesn't like using make up that much, only occasionally, Alessa forced her to buy the matching vanity mirrors for their room.

She was dressed as a scary doll wearing a black tutu, costume courtesy of Alessa.

Florence asked to borrow the least slutty of her clothes and that's what she got.

"I didn't know what to wear. I'm nervous" Florence admitted. Its her first time in a while to go to a party.

"Don't worry, I'll be there!" She was just lucky enough that Alessa was going to the same party as she was, or else she would look like a total loser.

"Is Charlie going to pick you up?"

Florence nodded.

It was past 8 in the evening when Florence finished doing her make up, just in time for Charlie to pick her up.

Charlie.

Charlie Cohen.

'I remember what happened to the Cohen's their death was all over the local news.'

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