Sinful Addiction

Part 5 - I Hope He Gets Hit By A F***ing Semi Truck

"Hey Reya, what's up?" Putting the phone on speaker tossing it onto the bed as she finishes packing.

"What's up? Are you joking? Chris just told me what happened yesterday. Why didn't you call me? I shouldn't have to find out about what happened to my best friend from my boyfriend!" She was fuming as she lectured her through the phone.

"Because it's not that big of a deal."

"You got jumped, Alexia! That's a big deal."

"Can anyone else hear me?"

"No?"

"Then stop yelling. You really believed that I got jumped? My version of a fidget spinner is a fucking butterfly knife. I was followed. I don't know by who 'cause I haven't had the time to actually sit down and figure it out yet but it only looked as bad as it did because the stitches that I had done the night before busted open."

"You sure you're ok?"

"I am fine, you should see the other guy." She laughs trying to ease Reya's worries the best she could without being there in person. Despite Alexia's slight paranoia caused by her massive trust issues, she doesn't process fear like the average person. She has never processed emotions, in general, the same way. Being very analytical allows her to see the probable outcome of every situation. Constantly running numbers in her head. Knowing that eventually, a decision would need to be made and logically it would be easier to make it immediately rather than dwelling on it-Which would only result in a waste of time, energy and lower her chances of a positive outcome. That, and her constant unwillingness to actually process her feelings. When her parents died she learned how to compartmentalize and never really stopped. Leaving her with almost twenty years of pent-up trauma and unrecognized emotions. Not exactly healthy but over the years she has found other ways to cope.

"Ok, honestly that makes a lot more sense, and again, I am really sorry about the glass." Her voice drips with guilt.

"Stop apologizing, it's fine. I'm fine, I'm just gonna lay low for a few days while I figure out who that guy is, and all the other bullshit going on right now."

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The next few days turned into two and a half weeks of only leaving her apartment to attend rehearsals and to perform other necessities. Taking this time to accept a few side jobs quickly making enough money to cover her rent for the rest of the year which is always a load off her mind. The only problem was she couldn't keep her mind from wandering back to August. No matter what she did her mind would somehow find a way to connect him to it.

Constantly fighting the urge to try and find anything new on him. She has already hacked into the New York City police department checking if he had a record when she found nothing she moved to the DMV, not even a fucking ticket, based on the car he drives she assumed he must've had at least one speeding ticket.

Nothing.

That is until the morning before she was followed. She had gone down the rabbit hole of cold cases. Finding a similarity between over twenty different murders. If they could even be called murders. The pictures of numerous men and women filled out these special card decks that were then given to the special forces teams of all military branches and the independent contractors that worked with them, like Alexia. The deck of cards is always filled with the worst of the worst. People who had committed unthinkable acts and did it repeatedly. Osama Bin Laden was in the deck until May 2, 2011. The only thing is nobody ever claimed these kills.

The targets were eventually removed from the decks when their bodies were found, often even having their card located somewhere on the body. Every time they searched for any form of DNA, or prints, even a partial. Nothing was ever found at any of them. They were done anonymously, which is surprising for two reasons. One, these kills were not low-level targets, they were the targets that people would brag about even when all they managed to do was place them in their scope. Kill shot or not, they would brag about getting close. And reason number two, it is virtually impossible in her world to remain anonymous, especially in her world.