In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Fifteen- The Bachelor

My head was pounding and my mouth tasted of a mix of strawberry and vodka as I tried to sneak away from the woman beside me in bed. I couldn't recognize her as she wore a short red hairstyle and her face had been obstructed due to the angle she had been. But I knew without much analysis that I had slept with her due to the condom still set on the floor and they fact we had both been undressed. I made my way to the bathroom in Hope's a shower could help me recall the moments of the night before. It began coming back to me in fuzzy fractions.

I walked into a bar where shots of a signature drink were handed before being brought to a VIP section. There had been toasts to Trina's father as he arranged this before his death as well as words of how this was my last night of freedom. The guests around me had spoken of how they had made their marriages work and how dedication, commitment, and honesty allowed them to vary from a few years to decades. I humored them by laughing, even taking a jello shot off of a bar maiden...but all I could think about was Vannah with that asshole.

I knew it wasn't right of me to do what I had by stringing both her and Trina along but I had invested so much with either of them. But that night, I didn't want to think of anyone, and so I began taking shot after shot.

I remember the effect of the alcohol beginning to take hold before spotting the woman with the red hair. I was drawn to her instantly, maybe because she was something I could distract myself with, maybe because she wasn't Vannah or Trina. She was beautiful, but in a way I couldn't remember as details such as her name and the color of her eyes were obstructed from my drunken haze. I remember getting angry at me and bringing me out into the alleyway.

Guilt began to fill my body before I came to realize that the girl was one I had recognized. She removed the red hair which had been a wig and revealed her identity to be Vannah. She told me she didn't want anyone to recognize her and that we needed to talk. Already intoxicated, I began to slur my words to her before the truth came out in bursts of anger and unintelligible comments.

I set my head against the interior of the shower in defeat. I had spent the last five years having made the perfect connections to achieve what I was owed. And all of the truth I spoke had now rested upon the shoulders of a loose cannon. There had to be something I could do to fix this...to start again...but the only way would be to rid Vannah. That would not ever be an option as I would take my own life before hers. After all, all of this had been for her...