My Daddy the Serial Killer

Chapter 10- And Then There Were Fewer

~Tess’s POV~

                I don’t even know her anymore… I hate seeing her upset, but she’s crazy! A guy from like 10 years ago just doesn’t show up and kidnap your boyfriend! It just doesn’t happen! But I guess it is a little fishy that he’s been missing for a little over two months…. God please help them find Jonah!

                I was on Facebook IM-ing Emma. She didn’t sound too hot.

“I haven’t eaten anything decent in weeks…” she wrote. I sighed. I have to admit, I am pretty annoyed by her constant complaining. But hey, her boyfriend, not to mention the father of her unborn child, is missing. Kidnapped. And we have no way of knowing his where about. 

                I sighed deeply and replied, “Think about your baby. You better watch what you eat Em, or it’s screwed.”

                I actually felt bad about not feeling bad. Sure her story was farfetched, but it really upset her.

Constant Yale….

Eh, it can’t hurt.

                I Googled up his name and was taken aback by how many hits I got. I clicked the first link. It was a news article. It read:

                “College professor of University of Tucson gone missing. Suspected dead. College professor Ben Yale has gone missing since September 23. It has been 7 months and the police are frantically searching for him. The middle aged man, 41, was last seen leaving Half Moon Sports Grill, a local bar, wearing khakis and a sweater vest. Just last week his wife, Eleanor, took her own life, at age 38. Her two boys, Constant and Brady, were sent to separate foster homes, for the eldest son Brady was unstable and was a threat to his younger brother Constant. Police suspect that former student Barry Yorks was responsible for his disappearance, though no evidence could support that claim.”

                “Oh my God,” I whispered. I slightly covered my hand over my mouth. Was I wrong about Emmaline? Was her story not full of crap after all?

I clicked the next link.

                “Fatal car accident in Phoenix, Arizona. Wedded couple , Randy and Winifred McCormick, went out for dinner when their car drove off a bridge. Police say their brakes had a leak which caused the car to lose control. Randy and Winifred was famous for their beloved horse ranch, Spur Cross Stables. Their foster son, who was 17 when the accident occurred, was speechless. Here’s what he had to say, “I knew that they weren’t my real parents, but they sure loved me as much as they could. I thought I would be surrounded by the people that I love when I turn eighteen, but instead I’m planning a funeral. Sure I had my demons, but they accepted me in my time of need. They took me in with open arms when I was 11, and I will always be thankful for their love and care.” Those were the heart felt words of Brady Yales, whome, tragically, lost his own parents only 4 years ago.”

                I stared at the article in wonderment. Something… doesn’t seem right… Horse ranch…. In Emma’s dream they were in some sort of barn…. And that picture Emma got was of Jonah, also, in a barn…. Think Tess! Think! Brady…. Constant…. Wait she never mentioned Brady before! And Constant wasn’t in any of the articles! This doesn’t add up at all!

                I grabbed for my hair and tried to concentrate…. Ok, Brady is the wrinkled pea in the pod, but what about Constant? She mentioned Constant a thousand times. Does she even know about his brother? Maybe she got the names mixed up. It would make sense for this Brady kid to do it, besides he is like what, 21? He surely could’ve done it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was that thing I read about her father? I clicked back to the previous article. Barry Yorks…. That’s her dad’s name. And her dad went to that very same college. Could he really have done it? Of course not! He would never! He’s always been that happy-go-lucky guy with a charming smile. Impossible. How could they ever suspect Mr. Yorks?

                Whatever, I need to tell Emmaline of my genius-ness. I went back to Facebook only to find a grey little dot beside her name. Fuck. I might as well inbox her.

“Emma you cannot BELIEVE what I just found out! I- “Out of nowhere two very masculine hands covered my mouth and nose. They were gloved, not bare.  I clawed at them and kicked all around.

What the FUCK is going on! I can’t breathe! Oh my God where’s my parents! Fuck they’re at the neighbors! Holy shit I’m going to die I just know it!

NO! I refuse! I stopped scratching and reached up for the bastard’s face. Lucky for me it was bare, so I could dig my nails through his flesh and make him feel the wrath of Tess. He let out a rasp and let go. I turned around to see the intruder.

Oh my God.

He’s…

CUTE!!

What the hell Tess! Get your shit together! He just tried to kill you! Don’t just stand there! Fight!

I opened my desk drawer and threw a stapler at him. The gorgeous man deflected it with his masculine arms. I've never seen this dude in my life! He's like what, still in highschool? He's pretty young. I scanned him from head to toe. Curly blond hair, a cute face, but horrifyig eyes. They were wild. 

I started emptying my drawer full of school supplies and old makeup. I wasn’t actually going to fight him! He’ll rip my throat out! Then he let out a frustrated roar and dove for me. I screamed and before I knew it he had a pillow over my face and I couldn’t breathe. I thrashed my arms, thinking it would help me breathe.

Then, I grew weak. Very weak. My lungs started to burst inside me. I could almost feel them wrinkle up due to the lack of oxygen. My arms grew limp with every thrash and swing. I felt them plop down and my legs began to wear out. Is this dying? Is this what dyig feels like? Pretty soon I couldn't feel anything.

I'm sorry Emma, I'm so sorry.