Dispatched

Chapter 4

Last night was a mess. Samantha got in a man's room and almost see him without any clothes. At least the night went well.

She sighed with her hair tied in a ponytail, carrying the dress she wore last night. Even her navy blue dress was at Charles's place. He insisted to clean it for her while she clean the other one.

She knocked the door three times and the door opened to meet Leonardo with a small grin plastered on his face. "Good morning, Samantha!" Said Leonardo. The woman smiles as red blushes across her cheeks.

"Nice to see you in a cheery look," said Samantha while her eyes darting at his hands holding a box. "I want to ask," her eyes now landed on his. He looked jovial and was ready to reply. "Whose dress is it if you don't have a girlfriend?"

He dropped the box (which is Samantha's dress) on the floor accidentally. "I would rather not say it, Samantha," said dryly as his hands shake uncontrollably.

"Are you okay?" The woman concerns the man as her right hand on his trembling hands and the other on the shoulder. "I shouldn't have said it!" Leonardo froze but back to reality as she had tears on her eyes.

He noticed the box on the floor as the dress (that Charles killed a woman and still leave it in his room ) was hanging on her right shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop the box," said the man softly.

His body once tense was back to his formal state and his eyes softly examines at his neighbour. She was frightening of the reaction he had after she asked her question.

"About that question," he sighed and remorses of his involuntary action. "Could you not asked that again? It's uncomfortable," she only nodded at him and his heart was in ease.

"Again, I-" her fingers felt a solid item brushed against her skin. It was the box that Charles had dropped. She assumes it's the dress she had wore last night.

"Take it. And leave," the man slammed the door with the sound echoed through the wide space she stood. He massages his temples as his relationship with Samantha was unknown.

They were acquaintance, now the situation between the two are indescribable. He doesn't know who she is to him, the bald man see his life dramatically change after he met Samantha.

The first time they meet, she almost hit by a truck. Yesterday she go in his apartment without any reasons and see him naked. The two event are not as worse as the moment she asked that question.

"Whose dress is it if you don't have a girlfriend?"

This question almost expose his true form, his inner beast. A murderer, psychopath. I must kill her! He thought as now his heart is unease to let the city know he is the criminal.

I must kill her tonight!

Samantha went to a house and greeted by her father. "Oh my baby girl is here!" The father hugged the woman with his arms. "I miss you so much!"

"Yeah, I miss you too," another household went to them and greeted her daughter. Ms. Johnson sees her mother eyes as the corners of it with tears of joy.

"It's been almost two months we didn't see you," whispered the mother. "Come in, we prepared a special meal with our only lovely daughter," said the woman in her sixties.

During almost two months, Samantha was quite busy at work and need to sacrifice her time with her parents. Now that's over, she finally have the time to bond more with her parents.

"I'm glad to hear you're fine, Samantha," said the father as he take a spoon of mash potato in his mouth. "Say, I want to know if you have a partner?" The young woman beam a fake smile.

Here we go again, she thought.

"Yes William, I also wanted to ask her this," the mother agreed his words. "So, did you find any man that is suitable for you?" Sam's heart raise and simultaneously felt her forehead sweats in anxiety.

"I don't have a partner," her voice sound timid and her eyes saw their disappointed face. "But I meet someone who is really my type," she lied.

Their face was full of hope and rapidly asked her more questions.

"Is he a kind-hearted man?"

"What he looks like?"

"Is he rich?"

"What kind of question is that?!"

The daughter nervously chuckled and wanted to escape this dinner or change the subject. "He's just a friend, or more like an acquaintance," she replied as the father asked his name.

"Oh, he's name is Charles Leonardo," her parents looked surprised to hear that name. "And we are in the same job and also he's my neighbour," now their eyes more sparkle than before.

"Samantha Leonardo," murmured the mother, thought she would hide it yet the two heard of her words. "What a good name."

Excuse me, what? She thought as she smiles not genuine but force to smile and felt uncomfortable of her mother's words.

"I think he's the right man for our daughter!" Her eyes widened as her jaw slightly dropped but not too visible. "Shirley, what do you think?" This is getting worse! She thought.

"I thought of an idea," Samantha is shoving all her food as she want to go back home and just forget everything that has happening right now. "Samantha, invite him next week to our family dinner!"

Her two hands clenching together and give her parents a cheery (fake) smile. "Okay. Mum, Dad," I'm going to cry now. It went well but weary that they talk about her future and even grandchildren.

"See you next week, Sammy," the father hugged her like the first time she went to their house for a long time. "Hope you sleep well," said the mother.

She waved a goodbye and got back to her home. She slumped on her bed and sighed of the whole day. I'm so tired! I should sleep now, tomorrow I need to go to school, she thought.

As she tugged herself in the covers, she closed her eyes and peacefully sleep on her bed. But she wasn't save after she's unconscious. A man standing beside the bed.

"Time to die, Samantha Johnson."