29. Winver
TWENTY-NINE
It’s like I’m walking through my own personal haunted house. Each room is something new and even more chilling than the last, never knowing when it’s going to end. But if I do know one thing, it’s that the last room I get to will be the scariest and hardest one to escape from. Again.
I would love to say Axel doesn’t faze me anymore, but I know deep down that’s not true. He’s somewhat shaped me into who I am as a person now.
I got home fully expecting texts and missed calls from Ansley, but had nothing, forgetting she had told me about going over to Ian’s. This Ian guy must have her down for the count. With it now being eleven in the morning, I need to start getting ready for work, unfortunately. All I want to do is sleep with no thoughts or dreams about any of this. There’s a knock on the front door and all I want to do is let out a scream of frustration and annoyance. Answering it, I’m met with two policemen.
“Winver Sage?”
“That’d be me,” I say suspiciously.
“We need to ask you a few questions about a missing person, if you don’t mind.” I move myself out of the way, welcoming them in. My heart is sinking right now hoping that they don’t say Ansley or Chloe. I walk over to the living room, sitting down on the loveseat while they sit down on the couch.
“Who is missing?” Please don’t say Ansley or Chloe, please don’t say Ansley or Chloe…
“One of your old coworkers, Annie Elliot. Does that ring a bell?” One of them asks while the other gets out a notepad and pen.
“Yeah, but I only worked with her for maybe two weeks before she quit. She started working across the street at the coffee shop.” I was never close with her, but I never disliked her, either.
“She was working last night. Her boyfriend said she never came home. We’re contacting anyone that has contact with her.”
“I haven’t spoken to her in months. Like I said, I only ever worked with her for a couple of weeks and never got close with her.” The last thing I need is a serial killer popping up in Willow Creek, but I’m surprised each day with an array of shit. Anything is possible, I guess.
“Did you like her?”
“I mean, sure? I never disliked her. She was just a coworker.”
“Anyone at the pub who didn’t?”
“Not that I know of.” The other police officer writes a couple of more things down in his notepad before they both get up.
“Thank you for your time.”
I go to let them out, when the one with the notepad gives me a piece of paper.
“Call us if you find anything.”
Locking the door, I go back to my room, putting their contact information in my phone. A missing person is never to be taken lightly, especially when you’ve known them even for a little bit. Hopefully with living in Willow Creek, word will travel fast and everyone will be on their Ps and Qs.
“Ugh…” I sigh, picking up the note and figurine I forgot to ask the guys about. With everything else going on, it made me forget to ask about it, but I really don’t even want to talk to anyone else. I just want to go to…
“Winnnn!” Ansley sings out. Now I just want to cry. Putting the note and skeleton in my drawer, she barges in my room, looking as happy as ever.
“Hey Ans!” I emphasize, hiding how I really feel.
“What’s up, buttercup?” She plops down on my bed.
“Just hanging around before I get ready for work, unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?” She puts her hand on her chest, letting out a dramatic scoff. “You mean fortunately! We both work today.” Yippie…
“Just tired. Didn’t really sleep that much last night,” I say, sitting down on my vanity stool.
“Yeah, neither did I,” she winks.
“Are you going over again tonight?”
“Yes!” she squeals.
“Use protection,” I joke yet with sincerity. I can’t imagine a mini Ansley running around who would probably be ten times more hyper.
“I like my meat raw.” I shrink my face in disgust, but then again, Motley and Harley both haven’t used protection either.
Motley and Harley haven’t... Oh fu—
“Anyways, I’ll leave you alone so you can get ready for work in peace. I close tonight, so I won’t be there till later,” she says, getting up from my bed walking out. Before she turns back around she pulls something out of her pocket.
“Oh, by the way, this was on your windshield. Probably just some teens who think you”re hot or something. Trying to give you a Halloween scare.” She hands me the note, smiling. I thank her before she leaves, then quickly read what’s on the same old, burned paper.
A corpse is still a toy.
The bottom of the note has remnants of red lipstick. I pull out my phone to text Harley.
Me
A corpse is still a toy?
Harley
I mean, it depends on the person, but you’d be an exception.
Me
You”re sick.
Harley
Tell me something I don’t already know.
Me
Quit writing me notes. Text or tell me face to face.
Harley
I haven’t written you any notes, angel. What’re you talking about?
Me
Don’t do that. The notes you keep leaving on my windshield and that weird one at Scream Box.
Harley
I promise I haven’t left you any notes…
Panic invades me. If Harley is telling the truth, that means…
Me
He’s here.
Harley
Who’s there???
Me
Like, Axel is fucking in Willow Creek. If you or the guys aren’t leaving me notes then that means he is.
Harley
Shit…We’ll have eyes on you at all times.
I swallow down the rising vile. Thinking about Axel being the one to do this makes me sink. I wish I could fall off the face of the earth, but unfortunately, I have to work. All I wanted with moving to Willow Creek was some peace and quiet, but I continue to be wrong every fucking day.
“It’s done?”
“Kind of,” I hedge
“Boy…” The man on the phone growls.
“Soon. I promise.”
“Better get to work, you son of a bitch, or you’ll be fucking dead.” I hang up.
I’ve never been the type to turn down a deal. Especially when it’s in everyone”s favor. I can’t wait for Winnie to see what we have in store for her.
I sit in the same spot as yesterday, watching as she serves the old, perverted men beer. Although this time, I made sure to buy a coffee before I sat down. I can see her and Ansley conversate with each other in between making drinks and serving them. What are y’all talking about? Is Ansley talking about me? Telling Winnie just how amazing I am in bed?
I pull out my laptop, needing to get some work done when suddenly a picture of the girl that is now digesting in my stomach, waves in front of my face. “Have you seen her?” The man asks, looking distraught. I take the picture from him, squinting my eyes to get a closer look.
“I’m sorry, but I haven’t.”
“Her name is Annie. She’s my girlfriend and never returned home last night after her shift. If you see her, can you please contact the authorities? She’s my everything, man…” he says with tears clinging to his water line.
“Of course. I’m so sorry.” I hand him back the picture, but he refuses to take it.
“Aren’t you gonna keep it? To know what she looks like?” A tear sheds from his eye.
“A woman this beautiful would be hard to miss.” His lips curved into a faint smile at my compliment, taking the paper he walks off to find the next person to cry out to.
I did him a favor. Once a cheater, always a cheater. She had no hesitation coming back to my place. It’s always the women men need to watch out for. Lucky for him, I’ll be shitting her out soon.
Now back to my original task, I pull up the hidden camera that’s right outside her balcony. Knowing that she won’t be there, I replay it back to last night. Her blinds are closed, but her shadow can be seen lurking around her room. I get hard just thinking about what the blinds are hiding, crossing my legs to hide my boner. Is she naked? Walking around her room wearing nothing but that gorgeous little landing strip she’d always have on her pussy…
“Fuck…” I groan out, feeling the heat rush to my cock making it swell even more. I can hear her in the back of my mind like she’s right behind my ear, whispering those sexy little whispers.
“Use me with no despair… Make me yours.” I tilt my head down, closing my eyes while still hearing her voice.
“Fuck me. Fuck me like you did before, leaving me panting and wanting more. Fuck me until your vision turns black, killing me off while I’m convulsing around your thick, hard cock.”
“Shit…” I groan in a whisper, feeling the need to release.
“Fuck me even when my heart stops beating. Fill me up then put me six feet underground while I decay away with your cum still inside me.”
I let out a deep moan, exploding inside my boxers as I pump out ropes of cum.
“I’m yours. I’m forever yours, even when I’m dead...”
Her voice fades away and the amazing orgasm I just had starts seeping through my jeans. I open my eyes, looking at her from a distance still, watching as she continues to serve up drinks.
I need to get my hands on her faster than I planned.