Letter: 9

GothGoth was carrying what looked like a body bag and taking it to her house. I had to see what was going on.

" Kristine! ", I yelled at her.

I was immediately met with a headbutt to the face hy GothGoth.

How? GothGoth was like 20 ft away from me? " Dont ever call me Kristine you imbecile! ", GothGoth was enraged. I found all of this amusing. I couldn't help but laugh at her.

GothGoth didnt like this and felt insulted. She spread my legs open and karate chopped my nutsack like I was a block of wood.

Damn. For a small emo goth girl, She had some strong hands. I was seathing on the ground in pain. Fortunately, GothGoth helped me up.

GothGoth looked at me and apologized. " I'm sorry about leaving you to die in a chimney. Luckily the debt is repaid. So, you're fine now, Eric! ", GothGoth warmly said.

" Damn! What was that for? "

GothGoth gave me the ugliest stare that I've ever seem. The only color on her face was the anger making her face a blood red.

" Why are you even here? You should be in the chimney! ", GothGoth asked in anger. GothGoth clenched her fists and reached for something behind her.

" I'm sorry but I was just curious why you were carrying a body . So I'm going to leave, bye! " I said trying to leave. But GothGoth grabbed my pants, preventing me from running.

The next thing I saw was GothGoth holding a sledgehammer bigger than her body ready to kill me. " You are not leaving! ", GothGoth giggled with a scary grin on her face.

Despite me shitting my pants at my current situation. I still had one question to ask GothGoth…

" So what's up with you and Joey?" I asked her.

I could've sworn I saw Saint Peter opening the gates for me. Because I saw the stars.