I understand why
Daniel’s fake affections are putting me off. And I’ve locked my kids in the
basement. Let’s start with the first one.
For the last few weeks
Daniel has been more and more…around. He’s been everywhere. And worse than that
he’s been attentive and shy – like he was happy to see me but nervous – and in the
times that we’ve spoken, he’s been understanding of my need to kill, nonjudgmental;
completely different from his usual stance of…well…judgment.
It’s just like when
James and I first started dating. That man was wonderful.
He still is, it’s me
that’s changed. Back in those days, I had just been promoted at work, the kids
were living with my sister but spent a lot of time with me as my sister was
usually busy. I could kill a dozen people in a month, feel the hunger and keep
it at bay.
And then I met James.
He was the first
person to know the truth and love me more. He was the only one. He was
understanding and patient with every part of me. He didn’t try to change me, he
embraced me: the darkness inside. He didn’t try to put it down. He nurtured it.
Everything that I am today is because of Daniel James. James. My James.
The man who has been by my side through so much. The man whose wife loves him
very much and has made a lot of mistakes lately.
I took for granted
that he would always be there and always supportive. And now…
Now I miss us. The way
we once were. Daniel has reminded me of how precious that lifestyle is. His new
attitude towards me is flattering – I think – but it’s too much. I just have to
keep reminding myself of why I’m doing this. Why I need to kill Daniel
Westburn.
For him. For my
family.
So that no one can
hurt them ever again.
Oh, and the kids are
currently locked in the basement.
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
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