Fame < Infamy

Part 8

Victoria McCarter and I had more in common than I ever could have thought. We liked the same movies, the same books, the same music... It was a bit hard to focus. Like, she was awesome. I'd never taken a girl out to a bar for a first dates, the ones I met in California wanted  to be wooed on fancy dinners. Maybe I'd been hanging out with the wrong crowd, though. It's funny how being a serial killer and being on death row could change your personality. My former self would never recognize me now.

I stopped feeling guilty about what I did a while ago. Regret was my enemy, and I don't regret anything that I ever did if I'm being completely honest. People would remember my name. Especially after this murder. My name and Rocky's name would be synonymous with the Zodiac killer, Jack the Ripper, and all the others. Not bad company, if I do say so myself.

"You want another beer?" I asked Vic. She chuckled and nodded. We'd already done a few shots, and were just chilling and playing pool.

"I bet I can get that 8 ball in on the right pocket," She said, taking aim. I laughed. Yeah fucking right. To my astonishment, she made it. Fuck. I lost.

"That's the first time I've lost in years!" I exclaimed, laughing. She rolled her eyes.

"Sure, Aiden," She said, downing her new beer. I chuckled.

"My brothers aren't as good as you are," I admitted sleepily.

"Oh yeah. Brothers. What's the deal with you guys?" I shrugged.

"It's me, my sister Regina, her fiancé Jackson, and my brothers Taylor, Charlie, and Derek. Jackson got a job here in Nashville and Regina..." I sighed, "She's got Dissociative Personality Disorder, so we all came to help him take care of her if he needs it. There's usually always someone home with her, and if not, she goes to the dance studio down the road from here and that helps us keep her in check while we're gone."

"She's like that girl right? What's her name? Rydel? Her brothers are those serial killers from California!"

"Something like that," I shrugged.  That was a bit close to home. I couldn't let her figure out who  I really was, lest she figure out that Priscilla is in danger.  "What about you?"

"My dad is a manager for a few country music artists," She shrugged, "he raised me, tried to get me into the singing scene, but I discovered that I was more into producing. I'd do anything to make it to LA, country music sucks." I laughed.

"I'd like to go back too. Maybe when Regina is more stable, I miss my home."

"It's cool that you care," She smiled, taking my hand, "Some people would just leave her to rot somewhere."

"That's not ever an option for my little sister," I said, "I love her far too much for anything like that."

"What are you doing here, Vickie dear?" There she was, the target herself. Priscilla Parker.

"Hey Cilla," she said. Immediately, her attitude changed. Vic was chill, Vickie was tense and wore a permanent scowl.

"Is this that Mason loser you told me about? He's uglier than I thought."

"Watch who you call ugly," I growled. I kept a gun in the car at all times. I regret not bringing it and ending her there.

"This is Aiden," Vic added, "We were just drinking. Not every outing with a guy is a date. Why are you here anyways?"

"Meeting Alex later," She shrugged, "We like to stay away from the paparazzi once in a while."

"Like you could," Vic giggled, "we'll leave you to it. Come on, Aiden."

"Nah," I said, shrugging, "Since I'm just an outing, why doesn't Cilla take you home, Vickie." I strode out of the bar after that. She'd be calling me for forgiveness any time now, but I'd let her simmer for a bit.

It took me about an hour to get home. Mainly because no one in Nashville knows how to drive. Seriously, they make LA drivers look like good drivers. How fucking terrifying. I sunk on the couch when I was done, Rocky would be home from work 10 minutes or so and we could talk.

"I can't believe you said that to her, Riker." I groaned, looking up to see who the hell was bugging me now.

"Go the hell to bed, Ross," I said, "I don't feel like fighting."

"She's your best friend."

"She turned her back on me," I said, "Now leave me alone."

"Whatever, dude. Ell said ever since your fight she's been acting like she did right before she tried to kill herself. So keep that in mind." Soon after that, a door slammed. I sighed. I didn't want Rydel to hurt herself again. Maybe I'd been harsh. But it hurt that the person I would give my life to protect, the one who I had risked jail to go see now saw me as nothing but the murderer everyone thought I was. The murder that I am.

I didn't wait for Rocky to come home, I didn't text Bic back. I went to bed. I didn't want to be a murder anymore. I'd have to kill Priscilla Parker for good song and let these past murders and this game die with her. Once and for all.