KILLER

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

I lied in bed, staring at the ceiling. My head was pounding and I had two hours before I needed to head to work. I never got much sleep now a days.

Whenever I closed my eyes I seen them.

My shoulder was bandaged and hurt like hell, it didn't help that I also sleep on my left side and couldn't last night, since there's a bullet hole in my shoulder.

I was on edge, last night terrified me, but also made me all the more determined to find out who this man was. And why he was killing all of these people, but most of all; I wanted to know why he was going after Griffin.

Sighing out I sit up in bed, glancing around the small apartment. I always left the kitchen light on, I never liked going to sleep alone in a pitch black house. That just made you all the more vulnerable if an intruder ever came after you.

I've been paranoid these past few months, trying to make sense of it all. Because pretending wasn't helping.

Clive was still out there, he was still walking around a free man after he killed my family. He took everything from me and I'll chase him for however long it takes, to see him get what he deserves.

I can't go home, there's nights I break and slip in through the back door of our house, lying on the couch in the living room. Leaving everything else inside untouched.

I walk around the apartment, collecting some clothing, sticking with my black pant suit. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, glancing in one of the mirrors that hung in the living room.

There were dark bags under my eyes, it looks like I've just come back from the dead. Every night I die, and wake up in the morning.

My phones rings and I answer it quickly, feeling my heart race in my chest, "Hello?" I blurt out, rushing around.

"Hey, are you coming in today? You're late," Wesley says, and I let out a sigh of relief, wincing when pain surged through my shoulder.

I look in the mirror once more and shook my head, "A medical emergency came up, ate something bad last night and have food poisoning, tell the captain I'm sorry. I'll call you in a bit." I say.

"Feel better, Hayley." He says, hanging up.

Guilt formed in my chest, I hated lying. That's what my life consisted of, too many lies. I lied to Derek when he was alive, I lied to everyone around me.

And now I was lying to my partner, the person who hasn't left my side since day one. He's never lied to me.

I shook my head, throwing the pant suit away. I slip into a pair of jeans, slipping on a black hoodie that was way too big for me.

I grab my gun, not my work gun, but my other gun. I have a sealed permit, so I could carry one everywhere I go.

Grunting I grab my switch blade, sliding it into my boots. That was back up, in case my gun was ever out of reach and I had no other way of defending myself.

I took precautions.

Glancing around one last time I grab my car keys and lock the door behind me. I walk around the back of the building, walking down the street to grab my mail when I hear thudding from behind me.