Chapter 6

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  I had arrived into town. I had been driving for quite a while and my gas was getting low, but luckily, I saw a gas station. I searched around the truck and found enough money to pay for a couple of gallons of gas.


The town I had arrived in was very different than the town Tony and I used to go to. I shake my head as I pull up to a grocery store. I had found a twenty dollar bill in between the car cushions, so I decided to buy some food. I know, I should probably go to the police station right? I will, but I need to think about what I'm going to say. I don't have any proof with me, but maybe, just maybe, I can convince them Tony is a serial killer. I could show them the house! Oh, but, I don't even remember which way I came from. My thoughts swirled around my head as I grabbed a few bags of chips and some candy bars. I grabbed two water bottles just in case I needed something to drink.


  "Miss, you don't look very good. Are you okay?" I turn around to see a man with eyes and hair the color of caramel staring at me. "Oh, yes yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," I said, waving it off as I paid the cashier. As I walked with the grocery bags in my hands I couldn't help but think of Grace.


"Miss, I'm terribly sorry but I followed you out here. Why are you crying?" The same man asks me. I was crying? I didn't even realize it. "Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about me!" I chirped, but I sounded very grouchy. He must have noticed because he walked over and wiped my tears away. "Miss, are you really okay?" He asked me in a gentle voice. I noticed how short he was. I had never been that tall but he was a little shorter than me.


"We can't talk here," I whispered. "Wha-" "Let's go." I said, opening the car the best I could, and placing the grocery bags into the backseat.


"Miss, I already have a car. If you want you can follow me to my apartment." He said, walking over to a small, red Kia Rio. I shrugged and got into my truck.


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"Nice apartment," I say, plopping myself onto the white-striped blue couch. He shrugged and sat down on the matching couch chair next to me.

"Do you have a name Miss?" The man asks me. I nod. "Julia. I don't use any nicknames or anything." I snapped. He winced and I regretted snapping at hold but I didn't want him to call me Julie.

"So, anyways, we came to talk here because it's a secret." I said glancing around as if someone else would be here. "Before we start, what's your name? You know mine." I said, staring at the man until he answered.

"Bryan."

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I explained everything to Bryan. My love for Tony being crushed, me going to his basement, finding out he's a serial killer, and driving for far away. I didn't add the part about Grace being murdered. I didn't want to talk about it.

"Why didn't you go to the police station Julia?" He asks me after I finish, eyes as big as saucers.

"I don't have any evidence of him doing anything to anyone. And," I add before he can say anything, "I don't know where I am to be honest. I don't know which direction I came from or which direction I went.

He sighs and gets up. "Julia, I promise you I will get evidence and make sure that Toby will be locked away, but right now, you should sleep. It's getting late," he says, pacing around the room with a permanent frown on his face.

"First of all, his name is Tony. Second of all, I don't feel very comfortable sleeping in a guy I just met's house. And thirdly, where would I sleep anyways?"

He pointed towards the couch and said, "Sleep if you want to, I won't force you to stay." So, I ended up sleeping on his couch. Or, at least tried to. I couldn't stop thinking about Tony. Where was he? What was he doing? Was he thinking about me? Does he really love me? No, of course not, dimwit. But- But, no. Yeah, you're right. Wait, am I talking to myself? Yeah. Oh, okay.


I eventually fell asleep, I was so tired.


"Wakey, wakey..." "Mm?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. I looked up and came face to face with Tony.


"Good morning honey."













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I know its short, SORRRRRRY I don't feel like writing right now tbh. But don't worry, when I start writing, I know exactly what to write! >:D

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