Ten Legs

I am eighteen and in the 11th grade for a second time. I live with my family in Durham, NC and have the most incredible girlfriend Brittani, who is in the 9th grade. We attend Neuse High in Durham and are always going to be together. Our only setback is the lack of time we spend together in school, given it's inappropriate and "PDA", but what the hell ever. She's my baby and I'm hers.
Our least favorite class is science class, as it has not only two of my exes but our teacher is very creepy. The ex girlfriends are OK, as one is now but a friend, and the other is just a bitch, but the teacher, Mr. Peyton; no wonder he's up for review in the next board meeting. One day we caught him looking up the skirt of my ex, Angela, and another time we were positive he was trying to touch another girl in the class by trying some stupid demonstration. Some people should just be castrated.
In the finale of our Fall semester, I had succeeded in failing all of my classes by sheer luck once again. An excuse as it may sound, I ultimately lost faith in my abilities to be worth a damn long ago. Brittani met me outside of class as usual and kissed me with her firm but supple lips. As I gazed into her endless dark eyes, I smiled in the thought that tonight she would be in my apartment. However, I was rebuffed when she informed me she had detention. 
I asked her why?! Why would YOU, the sweetest human being on earth, have detention? She could only tell me it had something to do with referral from Peyton's class, of course making me worry a bit as anything with "detention" was in my territory. She reassured me she'd be fine, as she was going along with Angela and another girlfriend of hers, Avanti. Even though I surprisingly dodged detention today, I was positive it would be the usual full Monday load. I proceeded to leave in my car after kissing her goodbye and went home to sleep.
In my apartment that night, I awoke to find the left side of my bed empty. Brittani has a key to my apartment and plus my roommate would've let her inside. Her parents are OK with us being together and tonight should've been perfect... but she wasn't there. I worried. I worried more than I ever have after checking my messages to discover her parents have not seen her return home yet. I immediately left in my car to their house and they said that the last they'd heard from her, she was going into detention. Before leaving, her step-father made me promise I hadn't seen her... I told him if I had, she would've come with me to their house.
I was driving past the school out of sheer curiosity, maybe even true concern, and I saw Brittani's sedan in the parking lot along with two other cars. The school was dark and empty, not like when a game or event is happening, so no one should've been there. I drove into the pickup zone in front of the school where I stopped behind Peyton's Pinto. I got out of the car and went to the front doors to find them locked. Peeking inside, I saw nothing but the illuminated fluorescent lights from various sources, showing only empty hallways. I made my way past the cafeteria to the parking lot to look inside Brittani's car to find it empty. Peeking in the others I only found the same.
It took me a moment to collect my thoughts before running back to school's gym doors. I peeked inside to find only the red of the EXIT sign lighting up the room. Turning around, I found myself still alone and even more concerned. I began heading back to my car when I heard the sound of glass smashing... running to the source, I came to the cafeteria windows where the glass had been shattered. The chicken-wire they place inside of the glass was the only thing retaining two girls from leaving the window. It was Avanti and another sophomore girl, Kelsey, bleeding as they tried to shed through the wire.
"What in the HELL is going on?!" I asked. "PLEASE, CALL THE POLICE!! GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" exclaimed Avanti. "OK, I will, just---" I began. "Just WHAT?!?" Kelsey replied. "Is Brittani Nelson in there?!?!" A long beat happened before Kelsey answered, "Yes, she is! She's OK, but we haven't seen her in a---"
As ear-piercing gunshots rang out inside the building, Kelsey's brain matter splattered across me as I fell back in horror. Avanti disappeared from view as more bright flares were illuminated only by the explosive sounds from inside of the cafeteria. After a moment of recovering, I heard her scream. I got up and ran. I ran. I ran. I ran until I was far enough across the street to slam my body through the front door of a neighboring house. Not giving a damn, I searched the home for a phone when the husband burst into the mid-sized living room wielding a pitching wedge. He took one look at me and backed into a corner as I entered the kitchen to find a house phone. I quickly dialed 9-1-1 and placed the receiver to my ear.
When the police arrived I was placed into protective custody almost immediately. They asked me what the problem was and I told them. Before I knew it, they were in the school and found the body of detention monitor Ms. Montgomery. Then, they found the most horrifying thing possible in the science classroom... four girls were placed in a circular fashion, their pants removed with their torsos intertwined with their legs extended and their knees bent upward to exaggerate the look of a spider. Mr. Peyton was across the room with a pistol in his mouth.
The only survivor, Paige, told police the events of that night. Mr.Peyton had snapped while under the guise of detention monitor and forced them to run from him. He had a gun and would proceed to hunt them down. He told them he would marry the only survivor if they lived and that the others would become part of his most prized creation. Inspired by his love for the spider, this is what would become of Brittani and the others.
Since then, twelve years ago, I find myself wondering about the what if's and what the hell's... it doesn't erase what this asshole did to the love of my life. Whether his family hated him or not, he murdered girls and my Brittani was one of them.
I live day to day now. Wondering what in the hell REALLY happened in that school that night...
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