6. Chase
There was no way she was going to go out with Anna. I paced across the room, irritation climbing up my spine in tingles. Anna may have been her only friend, but she didn’t need that any longer now that I was in her life.
She had me to focus on.
Once she handed over her phone to exchange numbers, I downloaded an app that allowed me to see all of her messages. The app even let me respond and delete as I saw fit. I would be canceling those plans, she was going to spend her Saturday afternoon with me, and her Saturday night underneath me.
A glance through her and Anna’s messages told me they were to meet up here in the city. They were going to hang out at Point State Park and then get dinner.
Emma hadn’t responded in hours, leaving me stewing in irritation that she dared to make plans after getting so thoroughly fucked by me. She was asleep, which was the perfect time for me to cancel the plans and delete the messages before she had a clue.
E: hey girl, I’m not feeling well tonight, gonna rest for the day tomorrow.
I deleted the hastily typed-out message, hoping that Anna was a night owl and maybe she’d respond and I could delete the message before Emma woke. I paced more, unable to sit still. Unable to contain my excitement. It had been over a year since I had a new toy to play with.
I loved Emma. I loved her fragile demeanor. The way she kept mostly to herself, choosing to be alone over running the street like most women her age. But my favorite thing about her was her loneliness. She barely spoke to her family, and what little family she did have, lived hours away.
No one would notice or miss her, should she disappear.
Paranoid, I rechecked the app and praised the Gods above that Anna had indeed responded.
A: aw sorry to hear that, get some rest I’ll see you Monday
Perfect.
I glanced at the wall-turned collage in my home study, taking in the various photos and news reports. Maybe this time I wouldn’t have to run. It got exhausting constantly outsmarting everyone around me, it was easy, just tiresome.
“Now wouldn’t that be something,” I said out loud, fingering the photograph of the brunette beauty pinned to my wall, “If Emma turned out to be the one.”