Falling For The Bad Guy.

Chapter Twenty Three

Pete storms in with a gun and checks the perimeter. "Nothing here." He yells. They take my mothers body out of the room and help me out of the chair. "Did he touch you?" Derek asks. "No. I'm physically okay." "Are you sure?" He says. "Yes. I just want to go home." I say. "Alright. Let's go home." "No. I want to go home. By myself. I need time to think." "Okay. Just please be safe and let me know when you're home. Promise me you'll keep your gun on you." He says. "I promise." I swiftly kiss him on the cheek and walk out. The truth is, I have no idea where I am. But right now I need time alone. I'm thankful that Derek has given me the space I need. When I get to the hotel room that has become my home, I'm angry, heart broken, and a mess of emotions. I've given up hope. This case has been going on for years. We've made progress, but slowly and unsurely. Now, Daniel is gone, and I know for a fact we won't catch him any time soon. He's probably leaving Australia right now. Or maybe he's going to target all of us, and we need to take extra precaution then ever before, but either way we're screwed. I've found out who Daniel Wilson is. I came up with a plan, and that plan was destructed. There is only one reason to stay In Georgia: Relationships.
One Hour Later
Trying to fall asleep, I've become paranoid with the questions circling around in my head. What if he's out there lurking and craving a kill? What if he wants me, his antagonist? What if I'm next on his murder list? I need security. I need to feel protected or else I'll never make it through. So, I call Pete. "Hey, where can I contact bodyguards? How do I go about that?" I ask. "I'll send six to your hotel room right now." He offers. "Thank you." "No problem. It's on me. How are you?" He asks. "I'm not okay. I don't think I'll ever be okay Pete. I watched the people I loved die right in front of me, I even caused some of it. I don't want to do this anymore. There's nothing left for me. Yes, there were innocent people kidnapped and killed, and while I want justice for them, I have a stronger need of justice for myself. I need to feel happiness again. Even in the times I have been happy, I haven't been able to fully let go of the burden that has recently been this job." I unleash my feelings. "I understand Becca. You didn't expect to get this invested. You also couldn't have expected him to murder the closest people to you. You've gone through things that other detectives can't imagine. I respect your decision if you want to leave." "I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't help but think about all the people that did die. There was a poor pregnant woman, and it would give me such a feeling of achievement to lock up Daniel and make sure he rots in prison. Hell, it would feel even better if he was dead. But this case could go on for an eternity and I'm not sure I'm ready to go through anymore hell than I've already been through. I don't want to watch anyone else die." I begin to cry. "We're going to make sure no one else dies. I'm trying to get in contact with everyone who knew Daniel growing up before he got out of Australia. We're doing our best, we'll always do our best." He says, comforting me. "I know, but sometimes doing our best isn't enough." I respond. A knock on the door startles me, but when I answer it's the body guards there to protect me. I thank Pete and hang up with him. "I'm Rebecca, are all of you armed?" I ask. "Yes Ma'am. Where would you like us to stay?" A buff man asks. "I want two of you outside. And the rest can place yourselves wherever you want. Just be alert at all times." I demand. "We assure you, we will." They surround the room, and I go in the shower. The hot water hitting my skin is relieving, but I can't just wash all of my problems down the drain. When I get out, I lie in bed. Falling asleep to the comfort of protection, I get a full 8 hours. Waking up slightly better than I went to sleep, I'm frightened by what I see. Two men pinned to the wall, with there guts hanging out of them. The 4 other bodyguards bodies are spread across the floor, but not whole, in pieces.
I call Peter and scream in shock, "Pete! Pete, the bodyguards, they're all dead in my room. I don't know what to do, I can't breathe. They're pinned to the wall, there's there's." I sob and scream out of rage and sadness. "How did he get in here?! What if he's still here?!" I yell. "Rebecca, get your gun." I do just that and point the gun at the area in front of me. Checking every corner, it's empty. He's fled. When Peter and the ambulance's show up, I'm mortified. I feel as if I've caused more deaths. If these six men weren't here, he could've just took what he really wanted- me. Carrying the young men into the ambulances, Peter walks over to me. "I need to get out of here. I need to go. I'm done. Peter I'm done with all of this. I can't do this anymore." I say, crying into Pete's arms. "Go. Get on the first plane to wherever you want to go and get away from the madness. I support you." "What about Derek?" I ask. "What about me?" He says, entering the room. I go over to him and throw my arms around him. "I'm going to miss you- a lot." I cry. "I am too baby. I am too." He squeezes me. "I love you." I say. "I love you, I always have." He says. "I'll come back. I promise. Right now I just have to get away from this." I say, pointing to the scene around us. "Be careful. I'll call you and bother you all the time I promise." Even in the mist of all the tragedy, I smile at his words.
Walking into the airport, I'm ready to go.
I want to leave every bad thing behind. I will live up to my promise that I'll come back to Georgia, but I need to escape.

I thought that was going to be the end of horrific events. But the tormentor and terrors would follow me wherever I went, and it was only the beginning.