The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Twenty Two

Song of the chapter is 'No Angels' by Bastille and Ella Eyre

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, my heart broke.

I felt entirely betrayed at where my search had led me.

As I stood looking around Chase's bedroom, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing freely down my face. I was thankful he wasn't in his room or I would have had a possibly dire circumstance on my hands.

Did this mean Chase had been the one watching me? Was he responsible for all of the torture? Did he attack me in the house?

In my head, it made sense for the stalker to be him. He had the opportunity to be close to me - we were siblings who lived in the same damn house. He also had the motive - he made his dislike for me clear. However, I don't think his true hatred for me hit me until that point in time. He must have really hated my guts to be so elaborate.

This also led to another question to do laps in my brain. The question swirled around in my head and sparked further questions and my head began to pound because of the domino like effect this situation had caused.

Did Chase want to scare me or was he actually willing to kill his baby sister?

To answer the question, I was either going to directly ask him or find out myself. Since asking him was clearly out of the question, I decided to look around for anything that could be considered suspicious.

I quietly walked to the door frame and flicked on the light switch, silently thanking that he wasn't actually in the room and that the dark had just hid him.

To me, it looked just like a regular teenage boy's bedroom. Dirty washing was piled in the corner and his bed was unmade. His desk was a dumping ground for whatever he saw fit and there was just no organisation. In an attempt to find some clues that could confirm my suspicions, I opened drawers and quietly rifled through them.

Finding nothing in his drawers, I made my way to his desk and sifted through books and clothes but unfortunately found nothing of interest.

I was beginning to grow frustrated at the fact I couldn't find anything. I had something to go on but no hard evidence - nothing that could 100% confirm without a shadow of a doubt that Chase was the person stalking me.

"Think Khloe, think. If I were a boy - where would I hide..." I said before an idea popped into my mind. I ambled over to his bed looking at it with precision. I got down on my knees and looked underneath the bed. Using my iphone torch, I shone a light under so that I could get a better idea of what was under the bed. Initially, I saw nothing but empty shoe boxes - but a particular shoe box grabbed my attention. The lid of it was half off and looked like it had been placed there in a hurry. I reached under and grabbed the box from under the bed and pulled it out. I took off the lid to get a better look at its contents.

In the box was photo album after photo album. I was about to discard the idea that it could be of any use but then I saw something. I flicked through the album and found picture upon picture of myself. There was me in my bedroom, me with Mackenzie, me with Caleb and possibly the most startling one of all - but there was one of me asleep.

I could barely keep my mouth closed as shock seeped through me. This was evidence. I could use this as evidence that he was the stalker.

Could it be true? Could Chase be out to get me?

To me, it all just didn't add up. I should believe that this was proof but I just couldn't bring myself to. Maybe it was because I had misplaced trust in my older sibling.