Charming Killer

Chapter oNE

I held the baseball bat tightly against my chest as I inched closer towards what seemed like neurotic laughter. Feeling anxious, I switched on the light and saw a few men staggering around in the kitchen. My first thoughts were that they were drunk but one of them soon pulled out something that seemed like heroin. I gasped a little too loud and the next thing I knew was that the three men were hovering over me. One of them caressed my thigh and the other took away my baseball bat. I yelped hoping that maybe a kind soul would come to my rescue.

"Come on baby, lets have fun tonight." The older one smirked and began to unbutton my top.

"There's no need to be shy gorgeous, no one else is here." The younger one began to unzip his pants.

I screamed as loud as possible before they could cover my mouth. I bit one of them and he yelped in pain. Furious, he taped my mouth and tied me up in a chair. My heart pounded furiously and I shut my eyes for I would never see the light again. I felt miserable and I wished my mom was here, here to save the day, here to tell me that I should have never went down alone, tell me that I should have called the police instead. Just before the older guy was about to undress me completely, a mysterious figure knocked down the youngest. One by one they were all on the floor, still alive, but barely conscious. I caught a glimpse of him, he was wearing a beanie and a black scarf that permitted me to only look into his eyes. He untied me and took off the tape slowly afraid that I might be hurt.

"T-thank you. Who are you?" I managed as soon as the tape was off my mouth. He didn't say a thing but he did take off his coat to cover me up. Soon I heard the police sirens and his eyes looked alarmed. His eyebrows furrowed and he walked away, leaving me all alone, surrounded by drug addicts on the floor.

"w-wait, what is your name?" I grabbed hold of his very warm arm but he slipped away, into the darkness.

I slept peacefully that night thanks to the police patrol outside my bakery. They did insist that I find a new place to stay and that I should close the bakery before nightfall but that would create a big hole in me, financially. The next day, I spent the entire morning on my computer searching for one room apartments or rentals. None was a success so I continued to work with Jenna as there were a whole lot of customers that day. Well, mostly reporters trying to get a juicy scoop. I was attending to bread in the oven when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Jake Dakota, nice to meet you." He had an amazing figure and had the same platinum blonde hair colour as mine. He looked like those soccer players slash international model and his smile was warm.

"Hi, I'm Gwen, what's up?" I sounded a bit rude but it wasn't intentional. It must have been because of the lack of success in finding a place to sleep.

He smiled, as if he read my mind and offered me to go outside. I followed him with heavy footsteps not knowing where he was leading me to. After a few blocks down, there was a huge house and he stopped there.

"Listen, I'm not trying to be creepy or anything but I'm a close by neighbour you see and I heard what happened last night and I was wondering if you would like to rent a room in my house? Its very big and the kitchen is all yours and the bakery is close by so it's safe a-" I cut him off.

"This is a tiny bit creepy" I scoffed at him and we both laughed.

"Look, just think about it ok? It will be much more safer." his voice was serious now.

"I got it." I turned to my heel and started to walk back to my bakery.

"And don't go to the cemetery when you're drunk" I heard his distant voice and as I turned to look at him, he was already gone.

How did he know that I was drunk, in the cemetery? Was he the mysterious guy who left me on the bench that time? The one who was stalking me? I felt violated, but not in a bad way. I pondered over the fact that he helped me and was about to help me again. I managed to shop a few cartons of milk before heading back to the bakery where Jenna was. She was standing at the front of the entrance with a smirk and her arms crossed.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked curiously.

"What did he want?" she questioned.

"He wants me to rent a room in his house." I muttered plainly.

" OMG I was right! he totally is a hero from another world!" There she went on again, relating books to real life.

"What are you blabbering about Jen?" I placed down the cartons of milk on the table.

"Well, the night of the break in, after I was talking to the police, he asked me where the drug addicts were taken. Maybe he is the rightful owner of the coat!" She was all exited.

"Are you serious? What was he wearing?"

"Nothing much, he was holding on to a black scarf though" she went to put the milk in the fridge.

Was what she said true? Not only did he save me from breaking my nose in the cemetery but he also saved me from being raped! But why was he asking for the drug addicts? And why was he so kind to offer me a place to stay but cold enough to not talk to me that night? I had to figure him out somehow and I didn't have a choice after all so that night, I lugged my suitcase towards his front door and rang the doorbell anxiously.