The Diary Of Keith

12

The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky while the night sky was aglow with bright city lights and the hustle bustle. The city was big for it's mountains, waterfalls and art museums. The murals, street art, black metal melodies and neon lights added to the laid back atmosphere. Kolonialen Kafe was big for local beer and creamy cauliflower soup. The place was extremely crowded considering it was the weekend hence it made up good distraction from the plan that was in prospect.

I chose the perfect timing for my plan, it was getting dark and roads were getting busier by the hour. I waited for the perfect moment when Daniel would text me that he had reached but before that I had some artwork to do. I changed into another set of brand new DNA free clothes I bought on my way, I put on the fake beard and glasses as a disguise and I could already tell I looked worlds apart from my usual self. My disguise was ready and I made my way to the public loo that was right next to an exit that led to the empty dark street. There was no way the place had hidden cameras, yes I did my research.  I waited for a couple of minutes when my phone chimed exactly at 8:30.

The text from Daniel read 'I have reached where are you'

In that moment I had considered all possibilities. It was hard to believe that a psychopath would fall for such thing without a backup plan but I also knew that for people to believe someone as mentally frail as me could commit such an act was almost impossible.

The plan had begun to take action as soon as Keith texted him back that he was not feeling well and could not make it. Daniel told him it was okay and they could meet some other day, then he made his way out of the building from the only exit where his killer was patiently waiting.

I stood there peeking through the door, from within and inch gap. Then I saw him, the silhouette, the hair, broad shoulders, his unique walk, there was no doubt in my mind it was him. I silently made it a meter close to him without making as much as a faint sound. I gradually pulled the knife from my pocket and when I got close enough, without a second thought I stabbed him in the back, the knife went through his abdomen and blood gushed from the wound, he didn't scream but kind of shrieked when blood started leaving from his mouth, he knew deep inside that this was going to be his fate, he must or may have already be suicidal but I hate the thought of helping him. Man I could not stop there, taking advantage of the silence I stabbed him twice, thrice then then more times until he could barely move. The bastard smiled at me and said "thank you for helping me" blood was now oozing from his nose too which indicated severe organ damage. Rage pooled through my veins and I stabbed him wherever else I could and then I ran as fast as I could, ran into a nearby hotel loo and changed into new clothes. I tied up the knife, clothes, and my disguise into a separate bag and hid them in my duffel bag. Before chaos could erupt and it got any darker I hopped into a taxi and made my way to Oslo from a different exit.

When Keith reached home he burned all the evidence he had and disposed off the remains into a nearby dumpster. It was already getting dark and in Keith's mind his daughter was asleep. He tip toed into the kitchen and pondered around for a glass of water after the gut wrenching incident. To his horror Olivia was awake, standing there behind him like a ghost.

"H-hey young lady" he stuttered

no response from her but a meaningless blank stare

"hey are you-"

still no response

"dad I need to tell you something" she blurted out

"I know it already" he replied quickly with a dreaded look in his eyes

"but how"

"Just know that, I have taken your revenge, he won't bother you again and there is nothing to worry about" he leaned in for a hug and Olivia's eyes filled up with tears

"but you'll get caught dad, you d-didn't have to kill him" she stuttered in shock

"I know, don't worry we will be fine I promise you okay"

I haven't even told Wilson about the whole murder , not anyone else, I should have taken more precautionary measures but I believe the police will be unable to find me or hold any evidence against me. When it comes to the rape of my daughter, I do not fear anyone, in fact I wish I cold go back and completely mutilate his body, that filthy bastard deserves nothing. It's between me and God now.

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