17. Chase
I’d never been stupid like that until her. Even when I was alone, the door to my study always stayed fucking locked. She was clouding my judgment, my love for her making me lack what’s kept me clean this entire time. I dropped Emma off earlier that evening.
She disassociated the days following Friday night, refusing to even look at me. Responding to me in one worded sentences unless she was pleading with me to take her home. I knew I had to let her go eventually, but even as the time crept closer, I knew I’d never be ready. I couldn’t hold her hostage.
But if it came to that, I wouldn’t hesitate.
The weeks passed with the speed of a snail. Emma was putting more and more distance between us which only fueled the desire to take her and run. It was too early though. I watched her in her house, I monitored her phone, and it didn’t appear that she had shared my little secret with anyone.
Like a good fucking girl.
So then I wondered as I followed the bus she was on home, why is she giving me the cold shoulder? Refusing rides, and getting close with Anna again. I didn”t like the feeling I was getting.
I killed for Emma. And I’d do it again thoughtlessly.
I hoped she’d come to her senses soon.
I would hate to have to hurt my sweet little kitten.