KILLER

Chapter Thirty

"Running on low fuel and have been for a while and I know I'll break down soon."

The next time I woke up, it was almost noon a and when I went down to check if he was still here, I wasn't supposed to find the room empty.

The bed made, making it look like no one spent the night in there.

I spent the morning cleaning around the house, trying to erase last nights events from my mind, needing a distraction.

My anxiety constantly getting the best of me lately, still not hearing anything about Selena and her whereabouts.

I was ready to call Mendes up and curse him up but thought I would give him a few more hours before I took the case into my own hands.

I didn't care about my well being, so when someone I care about goes missing, I will not hesitate to die getting them back.

Grumbling under my breath, I turned the radio up more, my thoughts still popping up. I just needed an hour of peace, where my brain could be quiet.

I felt like I was ready to explode, my emotions running wild lately, only meaning one thing - and that was my downfall.

Self destruction was a fucked up thing, and when I hold in all my emotions it makes me go a little crazy.

Apparently holding on your emotions was a terrible and unhealthy thing to do, who knew?

It felt like I was turning into the people I chase and arrest, criminals - killers.

I couldn't get the image of Kimberly's dead body out of my head, and I couldn't think about Griffen without crying because he didn't deserve to die.

He did shitty things, but deep down was a good man.

Ever since that night, I haven't heard a word from Jessica, I don't think anyone has. I've tried calling, but every time I was sent to voicemail.

I couldn't be mad at her; because her and Griffen had a complicated relationship - but they both loved each other.

Every time I thought about it I wanted to cry because he died in her arms. She wouldn't just need days, she'd probably need a while to adjust.

Jessica may seem like a cold hearted bitch, but she did have feelings and she felt things deeply - and losing someone you love fucking hurts.

Which is why I wanted to make Aaron suffer in the worst way, I'd take out the rest of his family before him, making sure he watches them die.

I may sound like a sadistic sociopath but I promise you I'm just a revengeful bitch.

I brought a hand through my hair and rolled my windows down the rest of the way, letting the wind whip through my short curls.

Reaching around, I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and grab one; placing it between my lips before lighting it up. Inhaling deeply before speeding up more.

Needing the distraction.

I couldn't stop thinking about my parents, and my messed up life. Maybe if they were different, and things changed - maybe then we could've been a family.