Obsession (18+) (FINISHED)

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Author's note:
He knew she called the police, uh oh.

Riley

I had been staring at the ceiling in my room for almost half an hour, Claire asleep in the guest room across from my space.

I couldn't sleep for the life of me... everything seemed so scary and nerve racking... The eyes of the boy looked so dark... like the ocean at night, but he seemed so young and kind.

But he also seemed so scary and intimidating.

Could he have been the killer? Was he the bad guy?

I couldn't really tell... It was horrible, not knowing. Everything seemed so off and confusing, and I intended to get an answer.

My father was murdered when I was around eight years old, and I'd been traumatized since.

When I was fourteen, I managed to start looking for the killer, and I found him.

It was some mugger... but he didn't really mean to kill my father; it was an accident.

I found evidence at a young age, and I managed to figure out who killed him within a week. When I told the police about him, they looked him up and found he had a major history of robbing and theft, and they caught him off guard.

He was in jail now, and I felt safer.

Until Bella's death.

Honestly, I felt like I was in one of those TV shows on that channel; the one that played murder mysteries and romances. Like the author in, Murder She Wrote, or the baker in, Murder She Baked, and the librarian in that other show, Aurora Teagarden Mysteries. They didn't need training to find the culprit, did they? Then why did I?

It's fiction, Riley, a part of me said. Seriously, are you going insane?

Probably.

Honestly, I felt like I was unsafe all the time. Every homeless person a murderer, every pedestrian a mugger; I never felt safe alone.

Could the boy in the mask know that?

Why else would he tell me if I "wasn't safe to bring a friend?"

Also, who was this boyfriend he was talking about? I didn't have one. Was there another guy stalking me?

Wow... my brain wouldn't shut off... I wasn't going to sleep, was I?

Well... that was nothing new.

All the sudden there was a tap on my window, and I nearly jumped off my bed before I saw a shadow out there.

He waved to me and pointed to another piece of paper attached to the window, jumping off the roof seconds later.

I shot up from my bed and threw the window open, scanning the ground for him, but...

He was gone.

Huh...?

I grabbed the paper and closed the window, opening the note and aiming the writing under the moonlight so I could see better.