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19📚|Him again

"Alaina what does, Mawt mean?" I asked my best friend as she chewed on a gum and typed up her assignment.

She looked up at me with a confused look, mouth pausing mid chew, "what?... Is that even a word Celine?" I've been wondering the same thing, after that amazing night with Kyle the reality of things came crashing down on me, all the memories of what's been going on brought back a stress load so heavy, I'm sure I have a hump on my back.

The professor did made me forget but when I woke up the next day to find the bed empty and a note that said, 'class dismissed go home and rest' I realized that I couldn't forget forever and that I have a life to get back to, of course he left cash for me to order an Uber but I never saw him this morning.

When I came home and saw Alaina sleeping on my couch with food crumps all over her mouth, I realized how selfish I've been and that Kyle was just a moment and soon he'd be apart of the memories I needed to forget, Alaina is my best friend and keeping secrets from her is enough, I didn't need to act distant also and before you ask, yes she did pest me about where I've been and why haven't I been answering my phone but I couldn't necessarily tell her that I was being railed by our psychology professor all night after he picked me from visiting the man that has been stalking me, she would catch a fit.

So I opt for the usual and told her that the stress of things made me wander onto the local beach-despite it being cold- and eventually fell asleep on the sand.

After some scolding and forcing me to take some cold medicine, she eventually accepted that story.

I shrugged, "maybe I should Google it?" I suggested and opened up my laptop.

"You haven't? Where did that word come from anyways?" She asked, I almost smacked myself upside the head.

Why haven't I googled it?

She plastered her eyes back on her screen while I waited for mine to boot up, when it did the guilt never failed to remind me of my other reality as a picture of what my family use to be came up on the screen.

I need to change that.

The eagerness to find out what it means had me quickly typing my password in and pressing on the search engine icon.

I entered the word into the bar and pressed search, a myriad of results came up and rewired my already messed up brain.

I blew out an exasperated breath and clicked on the second link because the first ones are normally crap, when I began to read something caught my attention.

It says that it's an Arabic word that captures the embodiment of death, which made sense considering that is all he does-the killer I mean- but the odd coincidence comes when you take into consideration that Kyle also had the word tattooed on his back.

Is he Arabic? Both of them? And what are the odds if they were?

I bit my fingernails in contemplation and went on the schools website, I just had to make sure.

Maybe Kyle is the key to finding out who the killer is, they are so similar and if he's Arabic that means they would have alot in common with each other, right? Based on religion and culture.

Our logo popped up and I immediately searched for Kyle's name in the board and directors section.

His profile came up and I blushed upon seeing him again, his picture captured his essence perfectly. He was in his usual grey suit with his hands in his pockets, hair slick back, face clean shaven and his face stoic.

I giggled like a fan girl, catching Alaina's attention, I didn't have anytime to click off before she yanked the laptop from my hands.

"Alaina!" I shrieked and tried to take it back from her but she was already off the bed and going through my bedroom door.