Fearlessly Yours

Unraveling

I must admit, this is truly a filler chapter. It's short and to the point, or so I think anyway.  I apologize if it's BLEH but in the back of my mind, I think I needed to show the unsub's POV after the incident with Coleen. 

Strong and suggestive language. This might be too much for the faint of heart. Be warned. Thank you! 

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She went back to her secret haven after being rudely interrupted. She continued to paint on the faces of her 2 subjects. With the fresh paint that she got. The energy that rejuvenated her from her accomplishment 2 weeks ago is starting to wane. She needs to do something very soon or she just might lose her shit. She's been very productive at work, sometimes even volunteering to take overtime. But she's noticed in the last 2-3 days, her energy has slowed down again. She needs a boost and she needs to have it soon.

That stupid bitch just walked in without even knocking. If she came just 10 minutes earlier, then I would have had more paint to use. I would have all the paint in the world. 

She continued on dipping her hands in the bucket of bright red liquid, just looking at the two portraits that she had been putting her energy to. They both look so perfect. Him with his bedimpled smile and her, oh HER! Her with her flawlessly near perfect face. A face that has been haunting her dreams eversince she saw him with his arms wrapped around her. He used to do that to me. He used to hold me close like I'm made of porcelain. He used to handle me like I'm a delicate china. But then she showed up. She took all of his attention away from me. If she didn't show up, he would still me mine! Mine.

She pulled out the paintbrush from the drawer, dipped it into the blood red liquid and completely covered her face with it. The liquid left marks on the floor, marking a trail akin to blood dripping from a cut. As she was busy painting over her face, her mind was formulating a plan. She needs to get some more information. She had discreetly driven over to their house 3 times since her accomlishment 2 weeks ago, but the house looked empty. No sign of life coming from the inside. She figured that they might have set up residence somewhere else. But she needs to find out where. Sometimes it's sickening how she has to pretend to be nice to someone so that she can get the information she needs. That someone who used to be her friend. That someone who still thinks that we are still friends. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been brave enough to walk inside her apartment even if she wasn't invited in. That someone who is fucking the police officer. I could hear them go at it like bunnies; her screaming his name and him grunting in response. And she's so fucking proud of herself. That she was a virgin before him! So fucking what? 

She placed the finishing touch to her masterpiece, a knife that pierced through the painting into the wall, right through where her heart is supposed to be. One day, I will make you disappear. And I will take your place. I will be Mrs. Richard Faulkerson Jr.!