JACK THE RIPPER

63- Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

When Sterling Friedman, made himself a cup of coffee, believing the woman he had brought home from the auction bridge was in the bathroom, the sound of the tap streaming down into the sink. He shrugged his shoulders, made himself a cup of coffee from the kitchenette of the penthouse, he was greeted with some of his most unpleasant nightmare possible.

There stood his wife, Mercy Friedman in the living room, with the divorce papers she had already signed. Sterlig squared his wallet to try and convince Mercy to stay with him, she was a money-oriented woman, he realised that he had indeed been robbed of half of his money from his wallet. Well over hundreds of notes were gone, his credit card, the one with most of his money on, sitting in his wallet, ripped to shreds.

There, spattered in pig blood on the walls of the penthouse wrote the words:

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH JACK THE RIPPER

I'LL WRITE THE NEXT NOTE WITH YOUR BLOOD.

I had left the apartment house in the early hours of that morning, Snow demanded that I stay there until the next morning, he never told me until when that morning. I had requested that Kendra meet me with her car at the entrance at the penthouse, which she agreed to.

She stood at the bottom of the penthouse in a black suit with a white blouse, her black car was parked directly outside of the penthouse, the nightime sky was still pitch black and she was waiting for me in the entrance hall, the receptionist had left for the night, but they tend to retain the doors open in case anyone needs to leave, beside, everyone has a key card for their rooms.

Kendra enclosed her arms around me, she had her hair faultlessly in a bun when I left the apartment, still in my perfectly disgusting dress and gloves, I had placed everything back on and even brushed my hair, washed my face. I looked completely different, yet she just held me like a mother.

"Are you okay? Promise me you are okay." Kendra cupped my face, and she held me like a mother bird, she was extremely good at doing that.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." I assured her, I was very tired, and I just wanted to sleep all of this off. "Can we just go?"

"Of course. Let's get you some coffee."

Kendra placed me into the passenger seat, she drove me down seven blocks until we reached a beautiful quaint little house. This must have been her house, she got me out of the car, practically carried me into the house. She opened up the door.

It was a stunning house, I must admit. The wrap around porch, the substantial garage and the blossoming flowers and grass on the driveway. The living room, the kitchen, the dining room were all picturesque. They looked so cottagey; I'd love to live in a cottage. But right now, I'm thinking about sleeping.

Kendra arranged me some coffee; she sat me down at the dining table whilst I administered what had just happened to me. She was rattling around the kitchen to make us coffee and fix me something to eat, I hadn't eaten all day.

Kendra places down a steaming hot mug of coffee, I take a sip of it roughly at once, it burns my mouth, but I am too preoccupied on the coffee to notice. "Here you go darling, wanna talk about it?"

"No." I cry out to Kendra, who, being Kendra, understands entirely. I take another sip of my coffee. "I just wanna go to sleep."

"I know, I slipped some sleeping pills in the coffee." Kendra assured me, slipping her hand, which was covered in different assortments of gold rings and chains.

"Ugh thank you, I'm so tired but I can't sleep." I tried to place my head on the table, but I couldn't sleep there.

"You stay here tonight, I'll call Finnick's apartment block in the morning and make sure he knows you're okay." Kendra relieved me of my anxiety, which made me feel a little better. Finnick required to know I was unscathed.