𝐼𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡

Chapter 4: Rancid Feelings

Next thing I knew, I was propped up on my office couch with a cup of water in front of me. My vision started blurry but soon became clearer as I took a sip of my water. I then checked my watch and it read 1:00pm. Jesus, why the hell am I still here....then I remember.

The blood that seemed to spread from wall to floor and the crimson splatters that adorned my bosses desk and office chair hit me in the face as I took a minute to collect myself.

She was dead.

But, if that already wasn't bad enough my sadistic work fling decided to be the one to make her spew red. Oh, and if THAT wasn't bad enough either! Him and I are the only ones here so great! Now I'm gonna get blamed for a murder I didn't commit probably and lose everything!

I can't believe how in a few minutes your life can fully turn on its axis and turn your life into a living hell scape.

My feet made contact with the black carpet beneath as I decided to be brave and get some clarity on what the fuck I just witnessed.

As I made my way down the hall, I heard faint whistling as music played in the background. When I finally neared the room of the former Heather C, I saw that in fact Jd was the one whistling along to the song as he scrubbed every inch of the room with what I can only name as bleach due to the smell.

My cough at the horrible acid smell alerted him and he dropped the blood stained rag before coming over to me.

"Oh my darling your finally awake! I was going to come check on you in a little. Are you feeling better?"

I stood there tensely as he wrapped his arms around me. I didn't know how to react and was trying to keep myself from not hitting the floor again due to all this damn shock that was still running through me.

"Veronica?"

Shit, I had to say something.

"I-I'm fine...but...what is g-going on? This can't be real right? Y-you and Heather set this up to scare me! Yeah! You two are just being assholes,right?!"

Okay, I think this is where the mania begins cause holy shit I was laughing like someone who belongs in a padded cell as I started shaking. This is unbelievable. Who knew that this job I received 4 years ago would result in me seeing the dead body of my boss.

He let out a small chuckle as he let go of me and took both of my hands.

"Veronica can't you see! She is finally gone! All that torment she caused you, all of that pain is over with! You'll be free to work in peace knowing that you won't be threatened or harassed with those horrible words!"

Tears started to fall from my eyes as overwhelming feelings took over. I was horrified first and for most and even queasy at the sights but, for some twisted reason I felt a sense of relief flood over me and even felt happy? With a shake of my head though, I tried to keep my thoughts in place. This was wrong and I needed to call authorities.

And with that I ran towards the phone on Heathers desk and tried calling 911. He was too fast though and easily caught up with me before taking the phone and smashing it on the ground.

" We can't be foolish like that! We can't get the authorities involved you have to trust me my dear."

"But this is fucking insane! This is wrong! As much as I hated her I didn't want her dead!"

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"DID NOT! GOD THIS IS FUCKING MENTAL!"

He shook his head and sighed before putting his hands on my shoulders and making sure I looked him right in the eyes.

"Look and listen to me. I did this for you. I did all of this so that you wouldn't have to live another day with her here. I did this so that you would feel safe. She can't hurt you anymore and that's what matters. I hated seeing the way she treated you Veronica. It's not fucking right. You have to understand that I only want what's best for you."

I swallowed a lump in my throat and shook my head slightly. All those initial feelings faded a bit to my dismay at his words. I knew it was wrong,trust me, I know it's awful. But, hearing him say all of that to me made me feel a way I never felt. Sadly, I caved with a sigh of disappointment towards myself.

"Fine. Let's finish cleaning this up...a-and find somewhere to...put her..."

I was weak.

Yes, I still felt anger and I still felt shocked and mortified but those words seemed to spark feelings in me that changed my mind in a way I was not sure I wanted it to change.

"Did you turn off the cameras? If not that's going to be a whole other problem we have to deal with." I said with a guilty shuffle of my feet as I wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"One step ahead of you Ms.Veronica." He said with a smile before throwing me gloves and a rag.

I took them a bit meekly before putting on the gloves and drenching the towel in the pungent liquid.

And here is where my Netflix true crime/inside a murderer's life documentary officially begins.