The Book Of Susan | TBOH Sequel

Chapter 12: Matters In Me

Another week rolls around as I try to get to the bottom of this.

I had enough of this bullshit, I had to see what the police department was doing about all of this.

I head over and open the entrance, storming in the police station.

"What's anyone doing about this situation, HUH." I said vulgarly. "Miss, calm down, we ar-." I cut the front desk person, whatever they do off. "doing everything that you can, where are all the patrol guards...hmm, no answer, okay then none of you are doing jack shit then." I said. "Ma'am please, we are trying to get them in, just stay safe and off the streets." an officer who came up to me said. "Oh really, well my friends are getting killed left and right, even with taking precautions, how long until a kid gets killed too, huh, I have 2 in my custody and when they die too, are you gonna continue to do anything." I said. "Ma'am please... there's nothing you can do anyways, just calm down and head home, lock your doors and windows for security." the officer said. "Okay fine, I'll handle this without you." I stormed off and spotted a few details inside.

one, they were some just sitting around eating donuts, like no joke, just sitting around eating donuts while playing a computer game. two, the ones were weren't sitting around eating and playing were just doing paperwork, like what the fuck, people are dying and filling out reports on what, parking tickets is more important. three, I heard some scums making jokes about the killers and how the civilians died. I need to end this shit and get these motherfuckers out of the city and hire professional people around here.

I head over back home and luckily the kids are at school and I have a day off today so I can gather information uninterrupted. I grab my book to graph details about the information I'm about to gather.

I write down the blind spots around the neighborhood and label which houses are most vulnerable for a killer to come to and take the house over and everyone inside it. 

I head over the town, labeling the camera positions, so that I can see who will try their best to bypass them around here. I try to find the people avoiding them and find only one, I stalk the person down and label their description.

Male, black/brownish hair, around my age, mid - 30's and is looking down constantly. Clothes include, heavy green jacket, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. 

I follow him until he gets to his car and label it. 

Blue Navy truck, basic black tires, and basic colors on the accessories of it.

I think I have someone, especially with the license plate scratched off. That's totally not suspicious, this guy isn't as smart as the other's, probably just a freeloader who went with the intelligent killers.

I track him to where he was staying and it was in Sheila's neighborhood, I saw him go in and checked around the house for anyone, just to see if he has anyone held hostage. No one. I can't climb the second story without getting spotted so I decide to have a conversation with him, I know he won't try anything in the daylight, and I have a combat blade on me for protection and I know how to fight with it, don't ask how I know, childhood wasn't the best, lets leave it there.

I knock on the door and there he appeared, but I knew who he was.

"It's you." I said to him. "Ya, thought you never see me again, how are the brats, are you off on the streets yet." He said. "Fuck you." I said and ran off to drive back home.

That piece of Shit, so many scars from when I was with him, he was my ex-husband, Liam Gonzales. I don't even know how I fell for him back in Texas, his charming attitude was second to none, he manipulated me, abused me and.... he also abused my kids, which were his kids, he was a drunk, drug addict and I had to run off, bringing my children with me and away from the monster. I got all the money I had from my personal account, which was barely anything, but I had to get Peter and..... I had to get all of us out of there, that was 6 to 7 years ago, Peter was only two and barely remembered any of it, he didn't get abused that much, I always took... or took most of the damage, even HE protected Peter, I couldn't see them get hurt anymore, so that's why I left with them.

I rushed home and didn't contact authorities because of the jack shit they would and will do, just look at the house for a few minutes, and say nothing is going on and assures us that its secure. I had to get Liam comprehended, even if it meant my life, I would protect everyone of this town, Liam was probably the one who took Mary and killed the one resident inside that house, I just know it.

I will end this, if this is the last thing I do.