It's been two weeks and still nothing from the police about the last crime Paul failed miserably at. I can't sleep at all. My wrists are healing very well and my evening activities still occur. Lurking in the dark for the next victim. Obviously it's for Paul not me. He wants me to move here in Belfast, but I mustn't because of the horrors that once occurred. He beats He fucks He drinks He smokes He repeats She isn't waking up. Why? I look at the frosted chilly morning here I don't like it He comes in I hide He yells I cover my ears He yells more I try to escape but he tortures me over And over And over Again What'd I do I'm scared Mommy wake up Help me I shudder at the memory as I drive down the dark neighborhood. I see her and the team. Fuck. He's so dead. I back up quietly. A couple days ago he abuducted Rose Stagg a woman who knew him as Peter as well. I drive to the place where she is being locked up. I open the back and grab the bags of food after covering my face and hands obviously. I pop the truck open and she is screaming bloody murder. My phone buzzes. P: come in slasher Me: code 224 and 553 In your language that means she's screaming and cops are near my location. "Please don't kill me. HELP HELP ME HELP PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME HELP PLEASE-" I cover her mouth and she bites me but I force my grip on her. "You scream one more time and I will kill you. Shut the fuck up. I'm gonna let go Rose. You're gonna stay quiet, eat, drink some water, and go to sleep." She just nods. "1...2...3." I let go of her jaw. "They say its coming from somewhere." Shit. Cops. "Rose listen to me. Be quiet please just shut up." I kneel down for y backpack for a water bottle. "HELP OVER HERE PLEASE HELP ME MY NAME IS ROSE STAGG PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE SOMEBODY GRT ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!" Shit shit shit shit. When I feel they are gone I hold her mouth closed. "You fucking bitch." She struggles against my hold. I close the trunk with her screaming out for help and run. I run faster than my legs want to move. I look around and see the tree my breathing hoarse. I climb up it as fast as I can.
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Panting harder each time I go up. SHIT SHIT SHIT. THIS IS IT. IM SCREWED. I FAILED HIM. I FAILED ME. I FAILED US. IF SHE JUST LISTENED TO ME. My thoughts race in my head each panting millisecond. My phone buzzes brightness already to its lowest point. It's Paul. P: where are you slasher Me: trees P: which ones Me: I don't know I just fucking ran. P: which direction Me:um...right. I ran to my right. It's the car and then I ran to the right. He doesn't answer. My breathing still ragged I take out a bottle of water in a black container so I'm not seen obviously.
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P: McCusker 1500 I jump down as quietly as I can and run to him. FUCK. THAT COULDVE BEEN BETTER.
