It wasn't me

Chapter 18

Eunha

Sneaking back where I belonged was harder than ever today. I felt drained from the fight that went down at the market earlier tonight. When I saw Cole’s crew rolling around I could feel it in my bones that the night wasn’t going to end well. My first mistake was leaving Rose alone and unattended. I saw Cole’s crew before leaving so why did I leave her alone if I knew damn well she could be in danger if they saw me. And I was right. When I saw Cole and two other of his crew go in the area I left Rose alone in, my heart beat picked up and all the coherent thoughts in my head went sideways. He took over once again. It wasn’t me who killed two of Cole’s guys or put Cole himself in a coma. But once I saw that he was touching Rose I felt anger consume me. How dare he touch her? He almost raped her in front of my own eyes and I couldn’t help but imagine how she felt right now. She was probably scared, terrified, she probably felt miserable, like a victim and she was…she was touched inappropriately by a man against her will.

“Why didn’t you get to her sooner?” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Why?! You could have saved her from being miserable but you just watched instead!”

“Oh poor Eunha is now protecting his little crush.” Agon said in a mocking tone. “Well…I guess I just wanted to see a little suffering, a little blood…you know, the kinda shit that makes your heart thump and raises your adrenaline. Some fun.” He said in a sadistic happy voice.

I groaned in exhaustion. I was tired from the walk back to the hospital, all the sneaking back in, making sure I can’t be seen.

My last moment of legal freedom, well somewhat legal was when Rose took me out for a walk in the hospital’s park a few days ago. I know it wasn’t legal, what she did was very much prohibited and normally, she couldn’t even take me out of my cell. But damn, she was breaking all the rules…for me. She was still bringing me breakfast from the employee canteen, staying in my cell until I ate and took my pills, took me out to the “therapy room” for our “therapy” sessions but she knew she shouldn’t but she did nonetheless. She wasn’t allowed to bring me food, to stay in my cell, to take me out because according to my profile I could hurt her…which I almost did, emotionally but I did. But Rose does all those things for me, she is risking her job for me.

It hit me with a pang and I knew that these thoughts weren’t good for me. It wasn’t good for me to fuel feelings that could affect her. The last relationship I was in put my ex six feet under, quite literally. I was furious one day after a drug trade gone wrong. The little fucker that was Cole gave me too little money for too much heroine. After a few punches and almost getting caught by the cops I returned home to my girlfriend and she had something she wanted to argue about. Long story short, Agon took over and I strangled her in the most gruesome way. In Agon’s point of view she looked very pretty. With rope tied around her neck then how it went down to her waist and around her limbs, made sure to tie a bow just to make her look pretty.

Looking back at the things that happened, I never cared about my ex. I just thought she could fix me but she couldn’t. But with Rose…oh Rosie, I felt like she was the answer to everything. She understood, felt and I felt like I could go insane if a single hair on her was to ever be touched again by someone who wasn’t me.

“But she doesn’t know you.” Agon mocked once again.

“Thanks for the reminder.” I told him and laid on the bed to try and sleep.

Rose

On Friday evening Jay waltzed into the apartment in high spirits.

“We have mail.” He sing songed as he put the few boxed and a few envelopes on the kitchen counter.

“I hope you mom sent you food.” I said and went into the kitchen to see what mail we had. Me and Jay agreed that as long as I was going to stay with him I will pay Tim’s share of the money for the rent and amenities.

“You hungry? I can cook.” He said as he was opening a box.

“Not to be rude but the last time you cooked Jay, you cooked beef like it was chicken.” I explained.

He rolled his eyes and I set on the envelopes. The majority of them were taxes that needed to be paid, discount coupons from the places that we were ordering from, post cards from places that his parents were travelling in.

A smaller crumpled envelope sat at the bottom of the pile, dirty and it even smelled a bit of something that I couldn’t put my finger on. It wasn’t necessary a bad smell but it didn’t smell like roses either.

“Jay…” I called my voice a bit shaky.

He turned to me and saw the envelope that I was holding.

“Is it…from him?” He asked a bit unsure. “Open it.”

With slightly shaking hands I opened the envelope. As I was already expecting, inside I found a small note alongside a dead butterfly and a piece of fabric. I picked up the note.

‘You might be his butterfly but you won’t live forever. You tried to play hide and seek but he’s not going to be able to save you forever. The clock is ticking. Sweet dreams baby. You felt so good and tasted so sweet, you only make me want you more.’

I let the note down and picked up the piece of fabric. It was the same material from the shirt I wore on the night that I was with Eunha at the market and I got grabbed by those men. I didn’t even know I ripped my shirt.

“What the hell, they know you?! What is this about Rosie?” Jay panicked besides me and for a moment I even forgot that he was next to me.

“I…I don’t know. He always writes in riddles. It doesn’t mean literally.” I lied through my teeth. The story that Jay knew from a week ago was not the truth, it was anything but, so I couldn’t tell him.

“We have to go to the police with this. It’s obviously not some sort of game anymore or just useless bullshit.” He stated.

I sighted, not knowing what to do. If we did go to the police we couldn’t have any guarantee that they’ll catch them or the man that wrote this. The writer and the actual stalker might be two different people. And besides, we could become even bigger targets and I could pull Jay into this mess.

The guys that attacked me and Eunha last Friday had to be in some sort of gang. They were all wearing the same color, red and I could smell the reeking weed off of them when that man grabbed me and started to assault me.

“I don’t know Jay…we could become even bigger targets and I don’t want you involved in this mess.” I decided on telling him.

“You are in serious danger Rosie and we need to do something. I swore to protect you and that fucker will have to have me six feet under to get to you.” He said seriously while looking at me straight in the eye with his emerald green eyes.

“Okay…We’ll go. Just not right now. If in three days something out of the box happens, we go.” I debated with him.

“Fine.” He agreed. “Go get some sleep. You’re working tomorrow.” He said and gave me a hug.

Making my way into the bedroom I saw Felix’s file on my nightstand. I had to find a way to see if the things written in there were true, I wanted to get him to open up but I don’t know if he will.

Lately I have been thinking about him a bit too much and some times the thought that I had were not even about his treatment or anything hospital related. It was just him. More often I was thinking how nice he looked when we took that walk in the forest. He looked so calm. We talked like normal human beings about our interests and for a moment things looked better than ever. He was also out of his somewhat hospital uniform and into normal clothes he looked…

What are you doing to me Felix?