Threads of Compassion

Part 10

Emily looked out the window of her room and saw the Murderer who had gotten her in trouble. She did not want to see him any time soon. Plus, hadn't this idiot of a Murderer left already? Emily was sure she had watched him drive off as soon as she had hissed at him to leave. He probably also felt threatened by Cassander's glare.

"What the heck is the idiot doing here? I told him to leave and he did so wha—" Emily was caught off by a noise.

Just then Emily heard a buzz coming from the opposite side of her room. She turned her head and saw her phone, which was screen facing up, had turned on and had a notification showing on the screen. Emily turned back to look out the window. The Murderers silhouette still standing there, black clothing and hood hiding his face. She could feel his cold stare that sent a shiver down her spine even though she couldn't directly see into his eyes.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. Emily typed in her phone password and opened the notification at the top of her screen. It led her to a message that was from the contact named "murderer".

Murderer: Come out. I'm waiting for you out here. Hurry.

Emily rolled her eyes and immediately started typing out a not so nice message in the heat of the moment.

Me: Shut the fuck up. Why would I go out?! Don't tell me to fucking hurry. Get away from me. Stop texting me and go eat shit, Murderer.

She sent it without any hesitation, clicking on the send button. Emily looked out the window and watched Murderer take his phone out and read her angry message. She watched as he typed back a response to her without even looking up at her window. Soon enough she felt the vibration of a notification against her hand and lit the screen up of her phone. She looked down at the message he had sent her in response to her hostile text message.

Murderer: Little Flower, it's not a damn suggestion. Get out. NOW.

And followed by that ominous text came another almost immediately after she had finished reading it.

Murderer: Just listen to me. I want to talk to you... And I have to tell you 'other' stuff. So just get down here. Meet me at the usual spot.

"Son of a bitch..." Emily cursed him under her breath after she had finished reading his text. She turned her head to look out her window again.

Emily saw as he retreated into the forest, his black silhouette taking slow, ill willed steps into the darkness of the forest. Emily was sure the forest had always looked friendly for her, almost like a second home to her and her brother Alex even at it's darkest moments. But tonight it looked rather... scary and gave off a vibe as if it was screaming, "Stay away!". Great, just on the night she had to walk into its grounds and go talk with the least wanted person. And worse yet, he probably had terrible stuff to say. He was like a messenger of bad news to her. And always to her, of course.

Emily groaned, did she really have to go? She didn't want to. Not at all. How could ONE person ruin her whole day? Xavier sure had the power to spread ill to her life. She couldn't believe she had been close friends with him. That she could even consider him like a love interest when she was younger and naive. Alex's incident opened her eyes to the dark world around her. That's when the rose colored lens had been lifted from her sight and she could see Xavier as who he is. A murderer. A murderer who had killed her brother. She must not ever trust or rely on him like she once did. NEVER. AGAIN.

"Fuck that stupid murderer." She muttered under her breath.

She had been planning on going outside anyway. If she had not seen the Murderer's text she would have gone outside to that specific spot without knowing that he would be waiting for her there. It would have been ten times. No. A hundred times worse if she had not read that damn text. A lovely surprise it would NOT have been to see him sitting on the boulder, criss crossed legs, and smug smirk plastered on his face as if he had lazily expected her to come any time soon after the incident.