Pretty Girl

Chapter Thirty One - May 20th 2020

Chapter Thirty One

Katrina's Pov - 26 Years Old

I stared blankly at the grave as I took in the events that have occurred recently.

I'm currently staying with Alex because I'm trying to figure out everything that's happened and we're together anyways so it made sense. I had a ballet school that I was running here with Amanda. She wanted me to be able to run it for her and of course I agreed. I loved dancing and other than the time I spent with Alex, it was one of the best parts of my life currently.

Every second of my life has only been better with Alex in it.

Coming to my obsession with Cyrus we actually found out a lot. I mean, I did have pretty good connections from my past.

Cyrus was a part of the mob. Not any high ranking post but he was in it alright. He brought girls and had a little side operation of his own which I was clearly supposed to be involved in until he wanted to keep me.

That's where it ended though. He was in the mob and that's one place I can't get into anymore. My job was over or atleast I thought I was done until I did a little digging and my contact told me that I could for a price. A favor for a favor. That's how it worked.

The only problem was, that it was a really risky thing to do for a dead man that wasn't worth it to me.

That brought me to what I was doing now.

I've seen him too many times and I've questioned my sanity too much for this to be a coincidence at this point. I'm going insane.

Two days ago, I stared down at his dead body or what remained of it after the fire and years of decomposition. I needed to be sure. It was fucking painful for me to realise that he was actually dead. It was his DNA. I needed him to be alive for me to feel normal. I was relishing in the fact that I would be able to kill him and do my best this time without having to hold back but I was wrong.

He's actually fúcking dead. So who the fuck have I been looking at?

Alex clearly wants to believe me but the facts are here. He's worried about me and I hate it because it just means that I'm going crazy.

I need to stop obsessing over Cyrus. This is going too far for me. I have to ignore my gut this time because it doesn't make sense.

I got up to leave and brushed the dirt on my pants off as I kicked mud on his gravestone.

The videos of me were horrible to look at. It just kept reminding me I was weak and helpless back then.

I heard Alex on the phone as he probably spoke to one of the chefs in his restaurant. We were supposed to go there for breakfast in the morning.

I stayed hidden behind the wall to collect myself for a minute.

"No. No eggs and bacon. I don't want that there."

"I know you're good at it Pablo but I've just started disliking it that's all."

I can't help but feel emotional when I heard what he said. He remembered. It meant so much to me.

I didn't realise he noticed that I hated eggs and bacon. That I hated what it was a reminder of.

Small things make such a big difference.

This man is the only man in the world who can set fire to my soul and make me live and love loudly.

"You good?" Alex's concerned tone made me look up to see him.