Chapter Four: I Can Try

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This is where Hannibal and Will is driving to Garrett Jacob Hobbs's house.

Hannibal POV.

"You think Rosé is not telling us the full truth" I look at Will.

"Yes, something is not adding up to the story. She knows something yet she doesn't tell us" Will said, thinking about Rosé.

"Why do you feel that way?" I ask once more glancing over to Will. "It's something about her, it's the fact that she doesn't exist. Her family doesn't exist and her friends doesn't exist, neither their phone number, until when they call then it magically exists." Will said, that has also sparked curiosity in me I must confess.

I stopped the car and we retrieved to the house-

Roseya POV.

I lay in my bed, Hannibal has gone to wherever leaving me home alone. I'm once more wearing his oversized shirt as I fall asleep.

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"Wakey wakey" Rosary says pulling of the blankets. "How did you do that?" I asked, she could do it at our world but there we had powers.

Here on the other hand, here she's just my other personality, and she didn't do that through me.

"I learned how to be a ghost" She huffs. "Now wake up I've made breakfast" She says. "You can't make anything dip shit" I say climbing out of bed.

"It's fucking 4am, don't you have a life?" I say annoyed. "Not anymore than you do" She says rolling her eyes.

"So let's find you a job" Rosary says holding out her hand. "I can do it myself" I said shoving her hand away.

I walk over to the closet where my leather outfit stays on a hanger, day three of wearing this as an everyday outfit I let out a sad chuckle. Until I open the closet.

"Shit" I mutter. "Oh that sexy guy hanged these clothes for you last night when you were sleeping" Rosary said sitting back on the bed.

"He has taste" I said. "I'm telling you-" Rosary started. "I'm not speaking to you" I said annoyed.

"I'm not speaking to you" Rosary imitated mockingly. "I would stay away from him, he had a shit ton of blood on his hands when he came home" Rosary said.

"I don't give a fuck" I said, but that's concerning. I can hear you dip shit. And you gave me the rights to come back when you listened to me, the bar job was my idea, I didn't know you could fuck that up.

Fuck off, I said in my mind.

I walked outside to the kitchen to see food in the microwave with a note. The food is from Hannibal bitch not you.

Close enough, he returned late and you were asleep. So he prepared your food for you this morning before heading out again. Rosary said.

He headed out? I asked confused. Yeah

Well do you know where he went? I asked knowing the answer already.

No, what do I look like to you. A stalker? Her voice was defensive. Yeah, precisely how did you know. I said mockingly.

Where was he really I asked. At the hospital, some girl's father sliced the half side of her neck open. He apparently killed few girls and then got a call, get this from another killer. Warning him that the cops are onto him. Rosary said.

Okay Rosa, very interesting may I asked how you followed him? I asked. Okay remember how I became you never actually let me be in charge, and that whole lesson about how our minds work different Rosa started.

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