The Messenger

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

I parked Rachel’s car about a mile down the road from my house. I wasn’t thinking and decided to bring her car with me back home, my truck is still parked in the parking lot of her apartment complex. I staggered to my house while clutching my side. I hissed in pain as I tried not to waddle to hard on my right side. I think I might have broken a rib, jumping from that two-story window. On top of a possible dislocated shoulder and the deep scratch wounds on my face, the pain is almost unbearable. I feel like collapsing right where I stood but I knew I couldn’t, I had to keep pushing forward toward my house. Only then I could truly relax.

 The house is just a few feet away, the lights were all turned off except for the dim light the lamp was giving off in the dining room. The drapes weren’t drawn, she never did unless we both had made it safely in the house. 

I stumbled into the kitchen swaying slightly on my feet, I grabbed hold of the counter to try and steady myself. I had a pounding headache like someone is taking a mini sledgehammer and is just striking away at my temples relentlessly. Once I was sure I wouldn’t fall over, I reached above my head and grabbed a glass bottle containing a rich brown liquid. I guzzled the whisky down in one swift gulp, I tightly grasped the glass in my hand while gritting my teeth as the liquid slithered down my throat and slowly warming up my insides. I always loved the tingly feeling that the alcohol left behind, it loosened my tense muscles. I consume two more cups of whisky letting it relax my shaky nerves. 

I  had had long night, a very long night at that. It started off so well then it ended on this terrible note. This is not how I expected this night to turn out.I was suppose to just go to Barbara’s house kill the bitch then go back to Rachel’s house so I can hold her and forget about the stupid slut. 

I set the glass back on the counter and began pacing the floor, how am I going to get out of this one? I know Caroline will help me in some way but there is only so much a person can do. This may be beyond her scope. We could always  possibly just leave, leave the state of Michigan and probably flee to California or something. Or just a state that is far away from here somewhere down south. We have to change our identities, get fake ID’s, change our clothing, hell even change our hairstyle. I will change everything that could possibly be traced back to Liam Bauer.

I would definitely feel bad for making Linny put her whole life on hold for me. She has been doing that for me my whole life, this was going to finally be the opportunity for me to show Caroline that I can do things on my own. I can take care of myself, I no longer needed her keeping tabs on my every move. But I guess God must have it out for me because whenever I take two steps forward something always violently shoves me twelve steps back. Well, in this case I would say about twenty steps back. 

My DNA is all over her house, that much I am sure of. I didn’t have my usual black gloves on, I didn’t wear my black hat I keep on my head to make sure I don’t leave a single strand of hair behind. The police will be able to tell that it was forced entry, there were signs of struggle. She retaliated against my attack, which never happens. I usually sedate them so they can not fight me off. She kicked, scratched, bit, you name it. From her scratching my face I’m sure her fingernails possibly have some of my skin cells under them. Thus putting me at the crime scene. They will figure out that they put the wrong guy in prison then come for me. 

No, no this will not do. I refused to go to prison, I do not belong there. I am not meant to be there, I refuse to go. That place is for rapists and murderers. I am no murderer, I know it may seem that way since  I had “murdered” those women but all I simply did is get rid of the unwanted wastes of space. They did nothing for this earth besides cause ruckus. I couldn’t stand to let them run amok.