𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 || a.i

Chapter 21

Ashton

Rebbeca left leaving me surprised, that girl is just asking for trouble. I watched as her skirt swayed along with her hips, she turned back around and I smiled at her. This was all too easy. I had already made her attached and now all I needed to do is keep up the friend act and it will all roll out eventually. I walked away in my own direction, to my shed. The more I thought about my plan the more obstacles I began to face, I needed a house. Near Rebbeca, I immediately turned around and began walking the direction Rebbeca walked off to.

The familiarity of the white curtains covering Rebbecas bedroom window showed from afar. I saw her on her front porch taking out her keys from the pocket of her skirt, my eyes traveled down to her hips. She had perfect wide ones that led to beautiful tan thighs along with her toned legs, she had a perky bottom that called attention. I couldn't imagine the number of guys who would want what's mine, I needed to cut every guy from her life so that I would be the only one in it. I watched as the light from inside her house hit the darkness of her porch, she opened the front door and walked in.

I scanned her neighborhood for nice houses, one that applied to my taste. I spotted a middle aged man who was getting out of his car, he walked inside his home and turned on the lights. He must've been alone, the house was a dark blue with white borders and a black roof, it was as big as rebbeca's house but not quite. I walked up the porch stairs and took off my hood as I knocked on the door, the man greeted me with a smile.

"May I help you sir?" He asked, I nodded "Yeah, I'm lost. I'm new to town and I don't know which way 14th pine street is?" I said, I blew on by hands and rubbed them together for heat. He noticed this, "it's cold. Come inside." He suggested, I nodded with a fake smile. "Thank you" I stepped inside his home quickly looking for any kind of weapon I could use to kill him.

There wasn't anything useful, and I was getting impatient. "Would you like some water?" He offered as he led me into his kitchen, I saw his collection of knifes sitting on his counter in a wooden box. Before doing any killing yet I need to know some things first.
"So where you from?" He asked me as his eyes eyed me up and down. "New York, I moved here recently" I said, the man nodded. "And.. what's your name?" He asked again, I looked at him he was probably suspicious. I slowly walked towards him "Irwin, Ashton Irwin." I said honestly. He looked confused, he was probably thinking where he's seen me before. "Do you have any family?" I asked, he shook his thoughts away.

"Unfortunately no, I've been through too many divorces to get back into the game son" he chuckled, I nodded "any kids?" I said, he shook his head no. "I've always wanted some but never got the chance" he admitted, I nodded again. "Friends?" I asked, he stared at me and laughed "you really think I got the time kid, I work 10 hours a day everyday and come home tired. Office jobs are a bitch" he chuckles. This was perfect, middle aged man, no family, no kids, hates his job and is lonely. What better way than to put him out of his misery.

I approached him so I was face to face with the man and reached behind him where his knives were. He got a good look at my face up close and immediately widened his eyes "the reap-" I roughly ran the blade against his throat before he could finish, he looked at me with his last breath as he fell to his knees. I began to look for his cleaning supplies, I walked away leaving him to bleed to death.

Yolo, guess who just might've sorta kinda passed her French final 👅😌