𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞

Chapter 29

My blood ran cold when I heard my real name escape his lips.

How did he know?

I had never once told him my name and I was sure that I hadn't slipped up.

He grinned as he picked up a notebook nearby and threw it onto the bed. "On come on, don't be afraid now Aaliyah. Talk to me."

He stared at the notebook with a smile plastered on his face. When I made no move to pick up any of the items he had taken out for me he snapped.

"Write!" He screamed.

I jumped in my spot and crawled to the pen and notepad. When I finished writing the note I immediately stepped away from him. I wanted to sprint out of the door but I needed answers.

"How long have I known who you were..." He read. "Well honestly since the first day you came here. Before you ask how I'll answer it for you. It's because I'm not an idiot.

You also have a very unique writing style, it doesn't take a genius. Besides don't you think I spent enough time with you to know little facts about you? You and Janelle had a bit too much in common."

I'm so stupid.

I had grown comfortable enough with Cater that I had stopped trying to be cautious with my identity.

I walked over to the notebook and picked up the pen once again.

He quickly read what I wrote and smiled. "I didn't plan on killing your mother. I liked her but when I realized that you were back, I couldn't help myself."

Again that was my fault. If I had been more careful, Carter wouldn't have realized it was me and my mother could've remained alive. What am I saying? I shouldn't have even gone into his house.

I scribbled another question onto the paper and sat back.

"Why you?" He asked with a scoff as he looked at what I had written. "It wasn't always you. At first, I wanted Lizzie but the night you caught me in her room, you had my complete focus. I had fallen in love with you from a distance and you could only imagine my surprise when Elijah brought you home."

Pieces of my memory began drifting in. Memories fell into place in their timeline and my previously fractured memory was completely intact.

I remembered all the moments Carter and I had shared as I cried silently. The red flags that I ignored because I loved him flashed through my mind in a reel of all the ways I failed to see the truth.

Before Carter could utter another word his bedroom door burst open and Elijah stepped in.

I gasped as I saw him looking healthy and well right in front of us.

"Carter. You need to come downstairs. The police are here for you."

Carter ignored his statement and crossed his arms, a Cheshire grin appearing across his face. "How did you figure it out?"

"Because you're a shit name picker," Elijah said and I watched Carter's jaw clench. "Why would you name yourself after a character you rant on and on about?"

Carter laughed and slapped his forehead a few times. "I suppose I could've been a bit more...creative."

"A lot more." Elijah deadpanned. "What I don't understand is why you did it."

Carter threw himself back onto the bed and sighed. "She was about to leave me, for you. I wasn't going to have that."

"You know she would have chosen you in the end," Elijah said.