Your Midweek Update for 04/07/21

Because there is no such thing as actual time off in my life, everything has to go to shit once again.

Monday was my anniversary with James (13 glorious years) so we decided to go out and celebrate. We booked at a local restaurant – because we haven’t been out in a long time and we’re forced to choose between stimulating the economy and not dying (I really should be killing for public officials, it’s just so messy and people tend to care) – and then went for a drive outside the city with a delivery man tied up in the back.

I do love when my husband takes control and tells me how to kill someone, but I felt bad after we’d removed the tips of his fingers and head, and buried his corps vertically in the woods over a dead rabbit, so we took his final delivery to the person’s house and left it on their doorstep.

It’s not their fault their driver never made it.

(Yes, of course, we destroyed his phone before taking him out of town, I know those trackers aren’t the most accurate but it still might be a little suspicious to see his little car driving past the city limits)

Anyways, things were going well, we might have nearly gotten pulled over for indecent exposure a few blocks from the house, they were going really well. And then we got home.

Obviously, we left Casey at home. She could have left if she’d wanted, but we warned her against going out to hunt without checking in first. Since we’d heard nothing all evening, we assumed she hadn’t gone out.

But when we got home, the front door was open and the living room was in shambles. We found blood on the doorhandle and on the carpet. As we were looking around, a police car pulled up because the neighbours had reported noises of someone in distress.

Casey was officially reported missing on Monday night. We’ve heard no word since.

I can’t stop thinking that we’ve been here before. Another girl, another killer, another life out of my control. Why can we never have calm for one fucking minute?

We’ve taught her well enough that she is more than capable of taking care of herself. So what the hell happened? Her wallet and phone and keys are still up in her room and though there were sounds of distress, no one saw anything.

How could no one see anything?

How could you hear someone crying out for help and do absolutely nothing? My little girl is out there and I feel so fucking useless.

This can’t be happening again.

Please, god, not again.

I don’t think I could take it.

Please, please, dear readers,

Stay Safe