Handcuffs And Kisses (Series #1)

Chapter 9

Lilian Carson POV

Sleep was eluding me. Even though I don't sleep well, I couldn't even close my eyes. My thoughts were on what happened last night. I could see the man and how his head was blown off whenever I closed my eyes. I had a terrible sensation. My mental health suffered as a result of the stressful event of seeing such a violent tragedy.

I recall that I need to get ready. My first day of college is today. At the same time, I'm excited and nervous. I'm hoping everything goes smoothly.

I'm terrified, and I don't want to see Alexander. I can't look at him and deny that he killed someone. I'll never forget last night. I'm dealing with contradictory emotions because I know I should report him to the authorities, but I'm afraid for my own safety and what he might do to me if I do. My father once told me that the police do not become involved in Alexander's case. I must manage it myself. One thing I can do is get engaged in classes. That way I could at least try to forget the gruesome murder. Focusing on class material can help me to distract from negative thoughts and emotions.

I changed into a black tank top, layered a flannel shirt over it, and then put on a black skirt. I put some light makeup on my face and let my hair fall to my shoulders. To finish the look, I gathered my favourite pair of ankle boots and a tiny bag. I could see my eyes were fatigued as I observed myself in the mirror. I came to the conclusion that I should stop and rest for a while before carrying on with my day. But it isn't feasible.

I was shocked when there was an unexpected knock at the door. Hannah must be here; I asked her to clean my closet when I called. My wardrobe was a complete disaster. Hannah is renowned for her remarkable attention to detail and organisational abilities, making her the ideal candidate to organise a disorganised wardrobe. She has also aided me in the past, and I have great faith in her with my possessions.

I cautiously opened the door, and my eyes widened, when I finally saw the person standing on the other side. Alexander answered the door and appeared to be in a good mood. After murdering someone, he must be feeling extremely jolly.

I can't let him know what I witnessed last night. I have to cooperate. If he finds out that I was present in the greenhouse last night, God alone knows what he'll do with me. With fear, my hands and feet were chilly. I retreat as he enters my room. I attempted to smile as I greeted him.

"So, you're prepared," he said courteously.

Alexander is merely a cunning serial killer who dresses in a suit and tie. His words hit me hard, and I froze in terror. If I wanted to make it through this encounter, I had to move quickly. I'm not able to trust Alexander. I wanted to get away from him.

I uttered "Yes" in a surprised tone. He arched his brows and cast a wary look in my direction. He approached me gently, and I took a step back. I kept saying in my head, 'Please don't injure me.'

"Did something happen? You seem worried." He queried.

My ears heated up, and I could feel it. Simply put, everything is good, I repeated in my mind. Fear sent my heart racing. I put on a strong face and assured him that everything was alright, despite my beating heart from terror. I felt deep down that I was in trouble.

"What? I'm doing quite fine." I instantly turned around and began to stuff the bag with my items. He would find out what I saw the day before, so I need to be distracted. I can't keep looking at him. I hoped that he wouldn't sense my anxiety.

"What did you witness the night before?"

I suddenly felt terrified, and my eyes widened as a result of the unexpected coldness in his speech. He must think I was spying. My mind was constantly thinking of ways to demonstrate my innocence, even as I made an effort to remain calm and act normally.