The devil has bangs

The Devil Has Forgotten Fears

"Thanks to our little detour my Airbnb expired so we will have to sleep here tonight. I found one for tomorrow but they need I.D so you will need to use yours." I say as Russell turns over in his car seat and offs the light. Putting his book away, he pulls up my covers. I take them from him.

"You had fun" He says smiling half asleep. "Admit it"

Why is he taking care of me? "Involuntarily, maybe"

"Alright good. Night.. wait what is your real name?" He looks up. 

I could leave right now. Let him go back to his life. I was being selfish because I was lonely. But enoughs enough. 

"Kierra" I gasp. It's been so long since I've heard my name. 

He smiles then closes his eyes again "I like it"

Laying back down and looking out at the stars, I know I can't think about it too much. This is my way of life now. Time to get back to it. 

****

Melissa Flass, 24. Assaulted by a friend after a drunk night out with a group. He didn't attack her until everyone left so he must have been sober enough to make smart decisions. She wasn't my original client. I was talking to another victim who got cold feet when Melissa over heard. That happens a lot. Either it's too hard to talk about.. or more likely they can sense that I'm about to do something bad. 

"Investigators are beginning to link the string of recent unresolved murders to this suspect" A picture of my guy form from the other night with Enriqo appears on the diner TV screen. All the customers look up from their phones and awh. My heart stops. 

"Who was last seen with Enriqo Polatzo before his death that has been left in the same state as the other victims"  Have I not been watching the news? I live too much inside of my head to know I should have been keeping up with this. I told you. I'm not a criminal. I don't think about everything. Just what I know. 

By the time I snap out of it, Russell is staring at my face without trying to be too obvious. My heart still racing, I get out of my seat and he calmly follows. I barely make it to my car without bursting out in hives. He starts rubbing my arms trying to comfort me.

"Surely this has happened before. I mean this isn't your first killing spree"

It irks me how casual he is saying that.. but he is right. I did see it one other time. When I killed Will, I waited for the news. I wanted proof. I needed to see it to believe it. Twice. That the deed was done. What I had become and why I had to become it. But now. Now they had my picture and I knew I fucked up. 

"Shut up. Just shut up." My fists clenching my chest, barely holding me up. Jesus. 

"What do you want to do?" 

"I'm turning myself in. And you can't stop me"

"What!" He stopped me. 

"I can't live like this anymore!" I screamed. Pleaded with the unkown. Wondering why my chest was hurting so bad. 

"Why are you talking like this? This wasn't how you were like before?"

"And what was I like before? Some interesting thing to help escape you from your lies?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You're gay Russ! And none of your friends know it. and you can't tell your parents cuz you'll get cut off for it. And the only one who knows it is you. For god sakes your room doesn't even have color!" I suddenly stop realizing what I just said.