The Girl Who Murdered For Love

Chapter One

      Celina was simple. She had fair skin and brunette hair. The greenest eyes as green as a trees leaves in the summer. She was beautiful, and innocent as a child, if you don't count the copious amounts of marijuana she consumes every evening along with her dark fantasies running rampant through her mind.

      She worked part time as a grocery store clerk, and attended college for a masters in psychology. She wanted to know what goes through the minds of people who commit horrific crimes. Her minor was criminology, purely to learn about that behavior, and with both of those degrees she could easily get a job as a psychologist for convicted criminals.

      The man from the night before made her think twice about her studies. If that's what she is going to have to deal with she doesn't think she can do it. She didn't think he would actually come find her and make her kill for him. But then her mind began to think of other aspects aside from the request to kill. She started thinking about how warm his body was when it was pressed against hers, how hot his breath was and how cold it got when he inhaled. How raspy his voice was, how she could feel every muscle in his body including his -

      "Miss Harrison, are you even paying attention?" Mrs. Hargrove asked. Celina had asked for some tutoring for her psychology class from her instructor, so she was currently in the library with Mrs. Hargrove studying.

      "Uh yes mam. I just got distracted by my thoughts." Celina replied. She shoved her dirty mind away, and began to focus on psychology notes and her books.

      But his voice lingered in the back of her mind, the sound of his breath in her ear. "Doll" she hears him say, "good girl." she smiles softly and shakes her head lightly. As wonderful as he sounds, she didn't want to be involved in his lies and his crime.

      She began to think of anything else, as she took notes. She had work in an hour, she gets off at 10 pm. She had three classes tomorrow. Psychology, criminology, and genetics. She remembers how she added a second minor. She knew that genetics could be something that influences how a child will grow up and think when their older.

      What if his father was abusive. Is that why the man was a serial killer. Is that why he treated women the way he treated me, because his father abused him and his mother. It's a possibility, but not what could be. She wants to be in his mind, but he was already in hers. She sighs and continues to take notes.

      An hour later she arrives at work, doing her daily tasks as she rings people up. A man comes to her lane, with a can of coffee. "Good day, mam." His voice, that voice. A shudder runs down her spine. She thinks for a moment as she scans the barcode on the coffee. "Good day, sir." She responds in a whisper, she notices his smile. This man was beautiful. Dark hair, blue eyes, fair complexion. A sharp jawline, high cheekbones. She memorized every feature without meaning to. "Your total is $4.62 cents. Would you like your receipt?" She carry's on, confident that he wouldn't do anything in the store, since there were people around. He hands her a $5 bill. "I don't need a receipt, doll." He smiles. His smile is so charming in the daylight. She begins to count out his change. "38 cents is your change, have a nice day." She smiles as he walks out of the store, then as soon as he's gone she turns her lane off and rushes to the restroom. She runs into the first stall and vomits. She doesn't know if she's vomiting from disgust or anxiety or both, but whatever it is, one thing is for certain. That man makes her sick to her stomach.

      She begins to make her way home from the store she worked at. She was allowed to leave early due to being sick. She doesn't feel like she's being followed and she only lives a couple blocks away. She makes it home safely, walking up the stairs to her apartment. She opens the door finding everything exactly the same. To the right was her small kitchen, straight ahead is her living area, and to the left is a hallway leading to the bathroom and her bedroom. It was small but cozy to her.

      She sets her bag down on the floor as she closes the door, and plops on the sofa, turning on the tv. She just wanted to relax, so she puts on some random show on nickelodeon. She falls asleep and all she dreams about is him, holding her down and breathing heavily as he makes love to her. He leans down and bites her ear, causing a small whimper to escape from her lips. "Good girl," he chuckles.

      She shoots straight up out of her sleep, breathing heavily. She couldn't understand why she keeps thinking about him, why she kept yearning for his touch. He threatened her life, and is threatening to make her kill for him. She was disgusted with herself. Why would she ever be attracted to a man like that in the first place.

      She gets up turning off the tv, and picks her bags up, heading to her room. She wanted to sleep, sleep until his existence went away from her mind. She didn't want to think of him anymore, she wanted to think of herself and her future. That's what college is about, isn't it? It's not about fantasizing over serial killers, no matter how sexy or attractive they are. She needs to think of her studies and what she was going to do with herself when she got out of college. That is what mattered. She took a melatonin pill, and began reading a book to pass time until she drifted off. Her dreams do not stray far from the killer