Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

93 | Cruel Obsession

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Chapter 93: Cruel Obsession

I could not imagine Luke in jail.

I didn't want to think about how much the blackmailer has torn him apart.

At least I have an outlet.

I stared down at my outlet. It swirled in a glass bottle as I took another swig of it. Just something to take the edge off. Nights are hard sleeping alone in this house since the incident.

"Which one?" I chuckled.

There's been so many. Each one more dangerous than the next...

On the road to madness.

What leads an obsessive psycho to this level?

Maybe that's what we have in common. I could love to madness too. Maybe I'm already on my way.

How twisted their view of the world must be. That possessive ownership they feel over Luke Dawson, and how they view the lives around him as collateral.

We are not collateral.

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~10AM the next day~

I placed a fresh set of flowers on Winnifred's grave in the back of our house. Mother never comes out here anymore and the weeds had long since overgrown.

Poor Winnifred, a forgotten victim in this cruel obsession.

I admired the roses and took a deep breath in.

Everything was about to change. Graduation. Growing up. Moving out. Growing apart?

As always, everyone around me leaves.

They all move on, while I stay here. Always. Stuck. Here.

Perhaps my grave too will be right next to Winnifred's.

Here lies that odd cucumber of a child, who so did have a knack for driving-

"MILLIE! WE'RE LEAVING!"

I hurried back around the house and saw my mom's car parked out front, loaded with bags. She held the car door open as she waited for my sister.

Flora stepped out of the house, dressed for travel with a roller bag in her hands, accidentally knocking over gnomey.

"Watch out!" I called out, protectively.

"Get over those stupid molding creatures," she sighed, heaving her heavy bag, "I should've smashed them."

I didn't say anything but stood defiantly still as she walked by. She had on a pink headband and leggings, with slides that barely made a sound against the concrete.

"Are you going to say goodbye to your sister?" my mom chastised me, "She's leaving to Europe for a month."

"Goodbye," I waved robotically.

"Doesn't sound like you'll miss me much," Flora rolled her eyes, heaving her roller bag onto the pavement.

"Can you blame her?" Doz stood at the doorway, full chest hair on display in his white underwear and socks.