The Lonely Hearts Club

Chapter 66: The Art Gallery Attack (Hades)

Bree's better now.

She doesn't have nightmares, she isn't overly paranoid, and she doesn't care about her safety anymore.

I'm glad she doesn't have nightmares, I hated when she'd writhe and cry in her sleep knowing I didn't wake her up in time to stop them from developing. I'm glad she isn't overly paranoid anymore, her constantly checking locks and my security system was emotionally draining her.

Really, her not caring about her safety is the problem.

West Winterville Art Gallery is possibly the best place to kill someone without any repercussions.

Why the fuck don't they have security cameras? They don't have anything to prevent something disastrous happening.

And Bree doesn't even care, she should care.

I don't give a fuck if she hasn't heard from Rowan in ages, he's still out there. Even taking that dimwit out of the equation, there are a lot of other people who could decide they want to harm her.

The entire thing makes me sick.

It's been a week of her working in the art gallery and I'm waiting near the front like I've been doing every fucking day.

I can't wait directly out the front because of all the non-bullet-proof glass, she'll definitely see me.

She doesn't know I'm here, but I am.

Some people could say that's fucking creepy, I say it's me taking precautions since no one else fucking wants to.

Each day I ask her if the safety measures needed have been taken, but she says Veronica isn't concerned about that.

That's not what I want to fucking hear.

At least she's now letting me drive her instead of taking a stupid fucking bus. A bus is also a good place to kill someone because you can't run or hide very well.

Bree has a lunch break at 1:30 p.m. She always walks half a mile to the strip of cafes and sits there. She gets paid in cash daily from Veronica, so she uses that money.

She thinks she's clever, leaving random bills in my car or my wallet. I don't know how many times I have to say this, she doesn't need to pay me anything.

Money is inconsequential for me. It's a means to an end, I don't place much value on it like everyone else I work with.

As soon as it hits 1:25 pm I go round the side of the building and wait for her to leave.
I need to employ my plan.

Is my plan fucked up? Maybe, but it's going to be the only way I can prove to Bree that the environment she's currently working in isn't safe.

Casually, like I'm supposed to be here, I walk to the front of the building. Veronica is waiting behind the front desk, oblivious to what's about to happen.

I glance around briefly, there's no one there, obviously because this building is isolated away from other buildings.

I pull a gun out of my pocket and start shooting the front of the gallery, the bullets easily pierce through the glass and gunshots ring loud in the air.

No one comes over to investigate, because like I said, it's isolated from other buildings.

A high-pitched shriek rings out inside and walk away.

There's a flower shop, so I buy a bouquet of blue flowers using the money Bree slyly gave me, then I go behind the art gallery building and wait.

If I smoked, I'd smoke right now, or if I drank I'd drink right now, but as I do neither, I just stand there.