Texting Him

Chapter 26

Vienna's POV

I stared at my phone, I honestly was kind of scared to see what Red had done. I could feel my heart pounding, just knowing that I was talking to a murderer the whole time seemed so surreal, that's not an everyday thing. Now thinking back on some of the messed up messages he sent me, like the time when he made me imagine that I was tortured or the time he told me he cut the rabbits head off, he really was something, it was dark, his messages are really dark. Yet I still like him, I don't hate him, I don't fear him. Why I don't know.

I sit up on my sofa, picking up the laptop on the coffee table and placed it on my lap. Taking a big breath I logged in and waited for it to load. I tapped my fingers on the keys lightly for a little bit before it finally loads. I go on google and begin my search.

I see some articles and webpages, so scrolling down I clicked on one. My heart pounds against my ribcage. I begin to read.

September 23rd 2001

Red the 10 year old killer
In London a boy only known as Red has brutally killed his parents. Officers say that when arriving on the scene of the crime, what greeted them was a bloodbath, the boy's parents were both laying on the floor, the mothers stomach ripped open and her some of her organs are missing, the father is missing his head. The boy is sitting in the middle of the room, his mothers arm stretched out in his direction, with a deep gash wound in her arm, he had a paper and paintbrush, he dipped the paintbrush into his mothers arm and swirled it around for a bit before taking it out to place it on the paper. He was painting what seems to be a rose with his dead mothers blood. They say the kid looked psychotic, he had a smile on his face and blood splattered on his cheeks and mouth. On further inspection of the fathers headless body the boy carved 'playtime is over' and on the mother forehead the word 'slut' was carved. The boy was arrested on the spot and was taken into custody, Police began questioning him immediately, he didn't answer any of the questions except for one "where is your fathers head?" The boy replied "I fed it to my dog and I'm sure he enjoyed it" this stunned investigators. The boy was deemed insane. He was truly insane.

I could feel my hands shake slightly. This was a lot to take in. It was hard to swallow. Red had said to me to think, to think about associating with him. I could see why he wanted me to stop talking to him, not to meet him. I run a hand across my face. I didn't want to read more, I knew enough. I turned my laptop off. Quickly making my way into the kitchen and grabbing myself some water. I needed to calm my frizzy nerves.

His words to the investigators chilled me to the bone. Making me almost
drop my cup and break the glass.

'Where is your fathers head?'

'I fed it to my dog and I'm sure he enjoyed it'

Red what am I honestly going to do