Somniphobia

Chapter 87. Last day home.

Caleb POV
It was 2:17 in the morning when Jerry called me to let me know that Aaron managed to find and get Layla safely. I was standing outside on the porch waiting patiently for them to arrive.

I knew Aaron would get her back safely I just hope they didn't do anything to Layla before he actually got to her. She sacrificed herself for Aria and I was so grateful.

Aria was still asleep while I was waiting out here, I didn't want to wake her because I just managed to get her back to sleep after she woke up from a nightmare.

I noticed headlights ahead of the driveway coming towards me I felt a sense of relief in my heart knowing that Aaron and his girl were safe. I may be heartless but not when it comes to people I actually care about.

Aaron got out the car and quickly ran over to the passenger side to help Layla out of the car. She was covered up in his jacket fast asleep. He carried her inside the house quietly and quickly.

"How did it go?" I asked Jerry.

"We found her in an empty garage in an abandoned house. They were keeping her hostage until they got Aria." He explained to me.

"Who was behind this?" I asked hoping they caught who was behind all this.

"His name is Finn, he said you killed his sister back in high school."

He explained further to me as another guard brought out a man with a bag over his head and his hands zip-tied together behind his back.

I walked over pulled the black bag from over his head revealing his face. He looked so familiar I remembered almost immediately who his sister was.

Riley Trent was her name, she was the sixth girl I killed.

I remember so clearly because I killed her behind the bleachers at our school when she was trying to give me head. I told her very clearly and specifically not to touch me but poor girl wouldn't listen.

After I killed my father when I caught him sleeping with my sister I realized within that moment how much I loved killing, how badly I craved to kill.

I started killing girls who simply touched me.

She was the sixth girl I killed, I felt no remorse after I killed her I felt calm, relaxed, I felt good. It felt so good I wanted to kill more and more until it became an obsession.

My killing obsession became so bad that I realized killing all these innocent girls was going to get to me and I needed to stop before I ended up in prison or worse their families came after me.

I left London once I turned 17 I was the most wanted serial killer here, I changed my life in New York and vowed to never kill anymore innocent woman or innocent person in general.

I decided to use my horrible obsession with killing for something useful and better.

I started killing people who deserved it, like rapist, murders, abusers, and people who tried coming for my Mafia.

But it was obvious me changing my life for the better doesn't erase the past.

It was coming to haunt me and I was stupid coming home thinking it'd be a good idea to bring Aria here too.

"Let me go!" He yelled angrily.

I laughed and Jerry laughed along with me. "You know Riley was a sweet girl I didn't mean to kill her she just doesn't know how to follow simple directions."

I taunted him only causing him to become angrier just by mentioning his sisters name.

I admit I'm wrong I killed an innocent girl but she wouldn't be dead if she just didn't touch me like I told her not to.