Stalker

Samuel

       I raced back home after killing Angelina and as I was driving home, cops raced past me with speed that only meant one thing. They had found her body.

Mariah looked back with wide eyes, "You fucking idiot! You fucking idiot!"

"Shut up." My voice was thick with paranoia.

She glared at me, "Your gonna get caught. This means the end. You just broke into somebodys house. You killed someone in somebody's house."

"You killed someone at somebodys house as I recall." I fired shots back at her, pulling into my driveway quickly.

       The lights were on in the garage so that must of meant my father was in there working on the vehicle. The only light on in the house was the kitchen. I could see the kitchen table and the TV on in the distance.

       I raced inside with my heart beating and stripped down all my clothes in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw the crazy, deranged look in my eyes. My mind went back to slicing Angelina's throat and I smiled with satisfaction. I enjoyed killing her. She deserved it.

       Jumping into the shower I rinsed the blood off of me and watched it mix with the water and swirl down the drain. It was bright and reminded me of killing Joey. That was a fun night. I hopped out and dressed quickly in sweats and a T-shirt, slipping on my shoes.

Mariah sat at the kitchen table when I entered, "Where are you going?"

"To go see my dad."

       Without another word I made my way out into the garage and opened the door quietly. My dad was standing there with his back to the door and he seemed to be going through something. He was breathing hard and I stepped forward, a wrench falling. DING! My dad jumped.

He spun around, "Samuel!"

       I went to talk, but then I noticed. There was a shoe box behind him and pictures were scattered around it. My heart fell. My pictures of Hazel. My notes and journal entrys. He was looking at them. He was invading them.

"What are you doing with those?" I took a step forward and felt my rage shake and roar inside of my chest.

Dad took a step back, bumping into the table, "I went into your room and found it. What are these. Who is this girl?"

"How much do you know?" My hair hung in my eyes. He couldn't see the deranged forming.

"I know enough. Your coming with me to the police office. You killed that kid didn't you. The teen girl who just got murdered tonight. You did that too?"

How did he know about Angelina already? I looked up shocked.

He shook his head in shame, "I have a police scanner. You did those things, Sam?"

I scowled, "Yes."

"Your a monst-"

       He didn't finish before I ran at him and grabbed him. He yelled out and I grabbed his throat, pushing his head back so it slammed against a glass case. It broke and rained down on him quickly, blood trickling down his cheek.

"Sa- Samuel!" His eyes widened and the whites turned red from the veins exploding.

"You have no right to speak my name." I grabbed his head and slammed it down, smashing it into the table.

       My hand found the nearest thing, a wrench, and I raised it and brought it down, smacking it into his head over and over. His skull split open and he lay still. The panic began to set in. I killed my dad.

       I grabbed his arms and pulled him to the truck he had been working on. On the back was a cover for the bed. I opened the tail gate and picked him up, sliding him in. I closed the tail gate and made sure no part of the bed cover was open, showing the body hidden within. The blood and weapon on the floor were screaming at me. Evidence, evidence, evidence... they whispered at me and I grabbed the wrench and dropping it into a bucket of oil, submerging it.

       I ran from the garage, flipping the light off and locking the door. No one was going to go in there. Not on my watch. He couldn't be found.

I walked back inside and smiled at Mariah, "He isn't here I guess."