Diary of a Sociopath

Chapter 18- Breaking and Entering

For the next several days, I observed Victor-his comings and goings-his errands, and even the delivery of his mail and found that at two each afternoon, he would leave for twenty minutes and return without groceries, mail, or anything indicating a trip. I decided it was time to learn the secrets of the Detective.

Waiting and watching from the living room window, I heard a creak from around the corner and saw Ava emerge in a silk lingerie item.

"Matthew is gone for the afternoon...and my hormones are crazy...how about we-"

"I have to go..."

"What?" She asked, pulling back and glaring. "Right now? It can't wait?"

"Actually no. I told you I would never lie to you and I mean it. I have some errands that have to be done tonight...deadlines..."

"Oh..." She took the robe that hung close on the chair before I jumped up and placed my hands on her hips. "But I promise when I get back...-"

"No. You had your chance..." She teased before I gave a playful glare and exited through the front. Just as Victor had left, I had the perfect chance. Strangely, his garage was left unlocked and I used this to gain access through the house as the door here was not locked either. Upon entering I found it quite interesting. He had been here for months and there were no pictures hung up, no books on shelves-made no sense as to all the boxes he carried inside when I had first seen him. It made me dreadfully confused.

I continued further to find an entire computer set up in his upstairs. To be frank, I had been here for dinner once and the other times had been at Ava's...but when we were here last, it looked normal-like a home of a nice gentleman. But now, it looked like some place a hobo might live. A mattress sat lazily on the floor with some cheap holey blanket thrown to the side and a laptop beside that. A set of newspapers sat behind the pillow beside a gun that was poorly hidden underneath the pillow itself. Continuing forward I heard a familiar voice and looked around with confusion.

It was Ava. She was singing to herself-but she was nowhere in sight. I knew the song, a popular ballad on the radio, but it sounded somewhat distant. Just then, my gaze caught to the side as I saw monitors inside MY home! She was in our bedroom dancing and making the bed while the sicko could have been watching her. This meant that he knew all of our conversations-our fights-our...most intimate moments. S**t! I scanned the tapes and placed the one from the previous night and saw how he caught me writing in my journal-but it was a different angle-there was nothing but the cobalt cover to be seen. I placed the tape back in place before checking my time.

Sixteen minutes left.

I continued forward and quickly scanned each room; I discovered Victor was obsessing over a young woman who vaguely resembles Ava-slightly younger, with strawberry blonde hair and thinner eyes. He also had ADHD and loved movies about time travel. His fridge consisted of two-week old yogurt, one container of half-and-half, and some ice cream stuffed back in his freezer on top. It was so lively when we were last here, and now it appeared to damaged-and drained. So...gross.

Traps for cockroaches lined under the table and near the closet door-where I found two trench coats, a baseball bat, and several pairs of loafers. And then...the jackpot. Stuffed deep in the closet between his spy-station and the laundry room had been files. Dozens of them. All labeled with years and names.

Tim and Stacey 1998. Rodger and Clara 2003. Damien and Karren 2004. Andrew and Allison 2006. Yuri and Llanna 2009. Franklin and Rose 2010. Benjamin and Georgie 2013. And then I saw it; Lincoln and Ava 2015.

Frozen with it in my hands, I quickly skimmed the pages as my timer beeped, giving me five minutes. Flipping through, I saw dozens upon dozens of personal information including high school transcripts, printed online messages, bank statements, and even birth certificates. It was obvious to me that he was either an incredible pervert-or he was on a mission. At the back of the file was a small flash drive that could have easily fallen out due to the size. Snatching it, I placed it in my back pocket and booked towards the garage, knowing I could be caught at any second. Retracing my steps, I was sure to leave everything as if it was untouched and returned to the house to find Ava asleep.

I still wasn't sure what Victor's motive was. But I was getting closer...and as I knew from prior experience, it always gets dangerous when you get close.