Life With A Murderer (Book 3)

Chapter 3: Unfortunate Events

I'm losing my mind quickly. I know I'm going insane. But I have to get better. For (Y/N). She needs me. She needs a father who will be there for her always. I went to a specialist, but they said I was fine. Something is wrong however. I know it.

I walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. I jumped. My eyes were turning gray. My eyes are normally a dark brown. This change must have something to do with my insanity. Crap... I can't hide my eyes from (Y/N) right now. There isn't enough time. I'll have to hope she doesn't notice. I left the bathroom after getting ready and I noticed (Y/N) drawing in her sketchbook happily. I looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"What are you drawing?" I ask.

"My new Buddy. At school, every student in the kindergarten is paired up with an older student in the 3rd grade. It's the Buddy System. Buddies sit at lunch together with other Buddy pairs and we all become friends," she explains.

"What's your Buddy's name?"

"Richard Grayling, but he prefers to be called Rick."

"Is the drawing what he looks like?"

"Yeah! (Y/N) held up the drawing of a boy with light brown skin, messy red-brown hair, and dark green eyes. The boy was wearing a sweat jacket, cargo pants, running shoes, and a bullet necklace and he had dark purple glasses. The drawing wasn't a stick figure either. It was an actual person. (Y/N) really is talented. 

"You're art skills are amazing. I'm proud of you, (N/N)," I say, sitting next to her. She smiled, put the sketchbook down, and hugged me. I chuckled and hugged back. She's my reason for wanting to keep my sanity. She's the reason I'm still sane in the first place. 

"Daddy? When can we go back to the pizzeria?" she asks.

"How about next week? Does that sound good?"

"Yeah! Can we bring Rick too?"

"If his parents allow him to go, then sure."

(Y/N) jumped up and clapped her hands together. She smiled brightly.

"Thank you!" she exclaims, taking her sketchbook and running to her room. I looked at the time and saw that it was about time (Y/N) went to bed. I went to her room, tucked her in, and walked outside the house to my car. I got in and found myself driving to the pizzeria. I don't know why, but I had a feeling that I needed to be there. I parked and saw that there were still some people there. I walked in and looked around. There were five children standing in front of the stage, watching the animatronics, while a group of adults, most likely the parents, were sitting and chatting to each other. Next thing I knew, I'd done something I can never forgive myself for...

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I had gotten home and quickly changed my bloody clothes.

I killed them... I killed them... 

I kept repeating those words in my mind. I can't believe I did that. It was like I was watching someone control my body. Those kids.. Their cries... The laughter... I laughed. I laughed at their suffering.

What kind of monster am I?

I went to my room and sat on the edge of my bed, my face in my hands. I began to cry. I know I should turn myself in... But what about (Y/N)? She'll be disappointed and put into a foster home. I can't do that to her. But... what if I do the same to her as I did to those kids? No. I can't. She needs me. I have to be able to keep my sanity and keep her safe. 

"I need to keep her safe. I'll do everything to stay hidden and make sure to allow (Y/N) to have a great life," I said quietly to myself.I grabbed my laptop and ordered some colored contacts to hide my changing eyes. I began making plans on what I was going to do tomorrow. I was going to quit my job at the pizzeria and never return. I would tell (Y/N) that we can't go to the pizzeria because it is going to be 'closed for a while.' It's bad to lie to her, but I have to. For her safety and mine.

Why... Why did Marissa have to die?