Guess who’s home?
Fuck.
After
Heather killed our lead, we didn’t have a lot of options so we had to turn back
for the time being. We’re so close to finding this woman, I just know it, and
then Heather had to get over excited. I have no other explanation for it. She
just lost control. Clearly, she was paying attention when she was sexily commanding
me to break bones and remove toenails with vinegar pliers because she knew exactly
where to hit him.
At least
she helped me hide the body.
I don’t
know that that’s a bonus because we wouldn’t have had a body to dismember and
bury in the first place. Maybe. I was planning on killing him but I had the
patience to wait until after we got what we needed. Now because of her, the trail
is cold and the woman is in the wind.
This
mystery woman is a threat to my family, to my entire way of life and Heather
I had a
nightmare about her. In my dream Heather was this succubus creature with fangs and
pointy ears, and we were in this cave/dungeon-type place with a big stone altar
in the middle. James was lying on the altar and he was covered in blood but I
couldn’t tell where he was bleeding from. And when I tried to move – to get to
him, to save him – my feet wouldn’t move. There was something pulling on my
wrists, keeping me in place, but there wasn’t actually anything there. I kept
calling out to Heather to let me free or save him or do something. And
then she looked at him, and then she walked right up to me. I could smell her
breath (it was, like, sewer water and burnt flesh) and she whispered in my ear “nothing
lasts.” And then she dug her fangs into my shoulder and I woke up.
I don’t
have a lot of nightmares.
I AM the
nightmare.
But even after
all this time, after travelling with her, after coming home and hugging Casey
and kissing James, I’m afraid of her. But I don’t know why.
If I don’t
trust someone – especially if someone knows my secret – I kill them. I slice
their throat and pull out their teeth and burn their fingerprints and ears and
throw their remains in the ocean. I’ve done it before to people less deserving
than her.
Except
technically, her only crime was betraying me, and she confessed. She helped me
track down the people who were blackmailing her. It’s just that…ever since I
watched her bludgeon the investigator – our one lead to finding the woman who
went to some much trouble to get to me – I’ve had this voice in the back of my
head shouting “she’s not who she pretends to be”. Maybe she wasn’t helping me.
Maybe I went on this entire fucking trip to help her. Did I let myself get
taken by this woman? Someone I actually called my friend? Am I being paranoid
and she simply made a mistake?
In the end,
does it really matter why?
I think I
have to kill Heather.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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