In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Three- Too Close For Comfort

I sat behind my desk as I had done a million times before but instead of answering calls or returning emails, I stared at the bracelet with my ex's name typed upon it. I had been so very close to pulling her into my grasp, but fell just shy of doing so-resulting in this bracelet having been my consolation. I had memorized the emblem of the hospital as if even was sketched on the corners of pages as I doodled mindlessly in boring meetings. However, as I noticed her name set before me, I came to wonder why she looked at me with such...fear...or perhaps it could be constituted as surprise. Either way, I couldn't shake the look she had delivered to me before disappearing to an unknown location. The thought of this damn bracelet would linger in my mind for days, distracting me as I evaded the work before me. This eventually led to all of my flare time having been focused on anything I could find about Vannah. Since she had been a minor at the time of the deaths that were committed by her hand, her name was kept from the press, although I knew all too well by the details that were burned in my memories that they had been the murders she had been responsible for. I often wonder if she would have been given the help earlier if it would have made a difference, but it also seemed as if the game of 'what-ifs" would be my own downfall. I hated how she could hold such an effect on me, even now-as if we were in high school.

"Whatcha got there?" Ronnie, my fellow coworker asked before I forced the bracelet from view. Ronnie was the type of guy who always stuck his nose where it didn't belong, which somehow worked for his job as part of the PR team for the company. But when it came to the personal lives of his coworkers, it had been the reason that he had little to no friends around him. Perhaps I began to pity him due to this and that pity became the foundation of whatever friendship we had. But he was always a good ear and always someone that I felt comfortable speaking to, like the brother I never had. But his nosy mentality had grown to the point that it could jeopardize everything I had built up until this moment.

"Just some old junk..." I responded, begging that he wouldn't push any further as I gave myself a breath of relief as he sat down and began speaking of Sheryl in human resources. She was a beautiful woman, a bit vocal for my taste, but the perfect compliment to Ronnie, as he was also a loud personality. He constantly spoke of how beautiful she looked and how she never noticed him, which began to sound like a broken record by now. I told him each time he came to me to make his move and do so before someone else took this from him. But Ronnie simply shied away at the thought and then spoke to me about work.

Although I tried to focus throughout the meetings and phone calls, my mind reverted back to that damn bracelet in my possession. It seemed to me as if things could be easily averted as I could recall her running from me. I was the one who continued to hold on and so I was the one that had to move on. I planned to rid the bracelet from my possession once I got back to my office but found Trina awaiting my arrival.

She stood a perfect vision in red, looking to the window below, not even turning to me until the door came to a close. Tears were forced present in her gaze as I moved to console her. She had on a pair of thick dark shades that kept her true sadness hidden, but as she cradled into my chest, I could feel her having begun to dampen my clothing with her tears. I waited for her to calm down to explain the details that made her upset. I allowed her a drink and to sit across from my desk, where I knelt beside her, keeping her hand in mine to make sure she believed I was there for her. However, before she had even spoken the truth, I knee this was somehow connected to Vannah.

"He got into a car accident." Trina began, the weight of her words setting immediately on my anxiety and suspicion. "They say his brake lines were cut..." she blew her nose into the tissue I sullied before she then looked up to me. "They don't know if he will make it." The words hit me like a freight train as I knew how much her father meant to her. I also knew better than to believe it to be coincidence. Vannah would answer for this-if I could ever find her. I didn't know where to begin aside from the bracelet-but it would appear to me as though this wouldn't matter. She would find me.