A/N. This is the final part of the A Killer Story series. I hope y'all have enjoyed it. Please don't forget to comment and vote! Happy reading!!
It will probably be a while before his body is found, and I'm fine with that. It took the police seven months to find the other bodies. All it took was someone else dumping four bodies for them to find my six. Hopefully they won't find my seventh. This guy deserves to decay at the bottom of the river. I mean going after a teenager like that. Very rude if you ask me. Children are a no go for me.
It's just this path, this bridge, is mine, only mine. And I'm nice, I tell them that, you know, give them a chance to find another path. Like I said before, no one crosses this bridge more than twice while I'm here. It's just either by their choice, or mine.
I decided it's probably not best if I go to the police station right now, so I head home. When I get there, everyone is back, but I'm not noticed like usual. Except this time, I'm glad no one sees me. Then I would have to explain the blood on my shoes and pants. Then I would have to take another little trip back to the bridge with the nosey family member.
Like I said, I don't like people getting involved in my stuff, whether it be the bridge of my business. I make my way to my room and start the shower. After I dry off, I make my way to the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. Killing and dumping bodies can get exhausting sometimes. But man, tonight was fun. I forgot how much joy this hobby of mine brings me.
I'll have to do it again soon.
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Never Underestimate A Women
Short StoryA collection of short stories centered around powerful women that may just leave you speechless. **These stories do contain violence, romance, language, and mentions of assault/abuse** **Some smut, fluff, and angst as well**
