In scary movies, when the killer is revealed, they normally threaten their victim with the usual:
If you tell anyone, I'll kill everyone you love, and then I'll kill you."
I call bullshit.
As soon as Harry leaves, I get the hell out of my house and call Denise. But of course, being the circumstance, she doesn't answer her phone.
I grit my teeth and dial her number again, glancing out the window for the hundredth time. I'm feeling absolutely paranoid, but you can't really blame me. I just found out my sister is in fact dating a psychopath, and he killed my boyfriend and his best friend.
Bastard.
Well, I think as I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, he supposes I'm weak or stupid, but I'm not. I'm calling the police on his ass, and before tomorrow, he'll be locked up in jail. I'll see to it, myself.
He thinks he's scared me. I mean, he did; I'm scared shitless. But I'd rather die than see him victorious.
Just as I start to dial the police, my phone starts ringing. It's Denise. I sigh in relief.
"Denise?"
"Hey, Jess. What's up?"
"Denise, where are you?"
"I'm just having lunch with Harry, why?"
My heart plummets, my face going pale. I can picture him sitting across from her with that cute, dimpled grin. Her face is probably glowing with happiness, perfectly oblivious to who Harry really is. A monster. The thought alone is terrifying to me, really.
"Denise, I need you to stay calm but listen to me. Act normal throughout the date, but at the end, insist you want to spend time alone. Can you do that?"
"Why? What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" I hear a round of laughter, and I angrily punch my steering wheel out of frustration. Why does he have to be there? This could've went along so much easier if he had just gone somewhere else.
Vaguely I hear Harry asking her what's wrong, and she mumbles something along the time of my month. I roll my eyes and glare ahead of me at the road. That bastard knows what's going on, he's just acting innocent.
