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Kerri Sanchez has a crush on her best friend's father, Mr. Leto, and soon learns he's quite interested in her as well. Her instincts lead...
The theme of this chapter was inspired by the song "Cruel World" by Phantogram." Take a listen as you read!
Morning dawned and I shot up from my bed as my phone buzzed loudly against my night stand.
It was him.
It's time. Meet me in the backyard in 15.
Such an ominous text for so early in the morning. I gulped before looking over to the clock. The time was just shy of 6:30am.
As I opened my phone, the News Now App was already opened showing the article that was just released last night before falling asleep. The headline glared back me : Cut Throat Killer.
I held it closer to me as I finished the article.
More details have been cracked in Agnes Bland murder. Investigators reveal a sliced throat on the victim, spanning the width of her neck. The most interesting circumstance is that 8 of her 10 fake red fingernails are missing. They seem to have been taken off after her murder.
Buzz Buzz
I jumped at the sound, before opening the text.
Don't be late.
I practically rolled my eyes before I threw on some clothes on and quietly shimmied my way out our back door into the dead silent background noise of the neighborhood.
I trudged around the side of his house just enough to damp my feet from the morning dew. And there he was, sitting on his knees, almost serene. My eyes trickled down to his glove ridden hands as they catered the earth beneath him. I pondered the other possible activities those gloves have been used for.
"Hey Kerri," he said still engrossed with his precious soil. "Glad you came."
"Hey," I softly muttered
"You're so far. Come closer."
There was a stale feeling in the air after he spoke, but I followed suit, "So if this like your daily meditation, or something?" I said, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Well, you could say that. I like to get out here every so often."
"And how often is that?" I pressed.
He paused and pondered, "Let's just say...when I can." He smiles wryly.
"Are you mad about last night?"
No...
I mean, did you think I w
"Ask me, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
"You say you didn't do any gardening, yesterday?"
"Nope. "
"Then why was there so much dirt under you fingernails?"
He paused. Caught red-handed, Mr. Leto?
His eyes shifted as he spoke, "You know..."
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