serial killer / hs

Chapter 24

Previously:

"Harry, stop. You can control this. Let her go," I say calmly, not wanting to make him even more aggressive.

"I'm calling the police!" A voice disturbs Harry's behavior and his eyes look towards the middle aged woman, who was holding her young sons hand, and then with her other hand holding a phone.

A smile makes it's way onto his plump pink lips.

"Yeah?" He laughs. His hand reaches for his back pocket and he takes out a knife.

"Well isn't this little one cute?" He looks toward her son, who had to be around four or five years old.

"Stop!" I shit, but I know it's too late.

Currently:

"Don't do this!" I shout, and jump in front of the child. 

His hand instantly jerks back; he's no longer aiming to stab the innocent four year old.  For some reason, confidence lifts my being.  "Hurt me instead," I say and he places the knife in his back pocket, and then grabbing my arm. 

"Shut up.  Lets go," he informs me and pulls me out of the restaurant in a hurry. He roughly grips onto my hand, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

"Are you insane?" I whisper aggressively and he halts for a second, looking at me. His body is suddenly an inch away from mine while standing directly in front of me.

My heart beings to race with anxiety and fear.  Maybe I made him angrier, which could make him more dangerous at the moment.

"No, are you insane? You asked me to fucking stab you.  That sounds like something an insane perso
n would ask," He tells me and turns away, continuing to fast pace walk with me by his side.  Seriously? His mentality genuinely concerns me. 

"Typical.  You're gaslighting me when you're the one that pulled a knife out, trying to hurt innocent people," I tell him but instantly feel regret.  This is so not playing it smart.  I need to control the things that I say to him.  I don't want to trigger him and his anger even more. 

"First off, what the fuck is gaslighting?" His voice is aggressive, and his grip on my hand tightens slightly. I can't help but have hope that the police have already made their way to the café, and are looking for us. But we are already so far gone from there. The directions I was forced to oblige to have been going anywhere but avoiding the sidewalk and busy streets. There's no way they'd find us. My stomach turns.

"Answer me." I am snapped out of my thoughts, and pay attention to the attentiveness energy that he has to get away from any drawn attention to us. That is successful because of the small, yet empty alleyway we are walking through.

I instantly think back to one of my teachers who spoke about gaslighting. "Gaslighting is a type of mental control where an individual looks to plant seeds of uncertainty in a focused on individual or in individuals from a focused on gathering, making them question their own memory, observation, and rational soundness. It's confusion, inconsistency, and lying, gaslighting basically endeavors to destabilize the person in question."

I use my free hand, and pull a strand of my hair out of my face. After passing through now two alleyways, and walking to a distance where my legs feel achy and tired, we are surrounded by beautiful homes. They have to be mansions. This neighborhood is beautiful, and my jaw drops in awe.

"Sounds like me," Harry admits with a careless laugh. I stay silent and continue to stare at the beautiful homes and environment that we are in as we walk.

"You like them?" He asks me and I nod. "Good, because we are going to have one."

"What do you mean?" I ask him and he stops walking this time to acknowledge my question.

"We are going to take whichever mansion we want from here for free," he says and looks away from me, and begins to study the houses ahead of us. I start to feel sick to my stomach. I begin to understand what he's trying to tell me. His plan must be to hold a family hostage for their home.

"Don't worry. I'm not taking any stupid risks, love. I'm simply going to kill whoever owns the house that we choose together, and then it's ours without worry or risk of getting caught."