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jumped down the fire escape and ran as fast as I could. I know heels are not the best choice for running, but I would never let go of these heels. How will I scare them if I let them go? I smirked, remembering her expression when she realized her changed locks did nothing to stop me.
What a silly girl! She would do much better if she used that pretty little head once in a while. I could hear her sobs. They resonated through the silent night air. Good. She should suffer. She should suffer in place of her wretched father. He died before I could do anything to him. I wish I had been the one to kill him. I gritted my teeth at the thought.
This place is starting to feel like home now. Small room, mattress placed on one end with a coffee table, and a desk with a computer on top of it. Simple, no attachments, just the way I like it. Too bad I am going to have to move soon. I put my keys down and moved toward the headset placed beside the computer.
After carefully locking the door, I put on the headset and listened. She is still crying. “What is that?” What? What does she mean by what is that? "Victoria, look, she dropped something." My blood ran cold. What did I drop? I do not carry anything around with me. “It’s reflecting.” Shit! Oh, God! I dropped my pendant! No. I cannot lose that pendant. No! I got up immediately and slammed the headset on the table.
I ran a hand through my hair. I knew I was going to have to meet her one day. I always knew that. I just did not want that day to come this soon. I have to get that pendant back from her. I felt a sharp pain rise in one of my fingertips. I was biting my nails again. I let out an exasperated sigh. She is tougher than I made her out to be. I killed the people closest to her, yet she still wants to go after me? I did not know whether to call her dumb or brave.
I silently tiptoed into her apartment through her window. She was not home, yet I already knew that. I held the steel bat in my hand and hid in the dining room. The Last Supper. How I hate that painting!
I felt a sudden surge of anger. Not now, now is not the time to let my thoughts get carried away. I had to stay focused, and I had to stay calm. I could not stop my own thoughts. "I heard she was a suspect in a murder case." "It is not for sure, though; otherwise, why would she be free?" I heard conversations coming from outside the hall. I chuckled. No matter what Victoria did or where she went, she would never be able to escape any of this. It will always follow her around like a shadow. Due to other people’s inconsistencies, she will forever be haunted by her past. Just like I was, because of her father and her mother.
Lost in my own thoughts, I heard her walking in too late. Shit. I had made a mistake. Now all I could do was sit and wait for the right opportunity to get her from behind. I stilled my breath so I could hear her footsteps. Suddenly, her footsteps stopped. What happened? Did she notice something? It can't be. I was careful. That's when I noticed it. A piece of paper lying on the floor.
Shit! She tricked me! I cursed under my breath and sat completely still to avoid raising any more suspicion. I heard her footsteps become slow and deliberate. It will be much harder to blindfold her right now. The only option I had left was to make her unconscious. I did not want it to come down to this, but I do not have any choice now. I gripped the hand tightly and waited. Slow, deliberate movements.
I began to tiptoe toward the dining room door. I had to wait for the perfect moment to sneak up on her; otherwise, I could risk revealing my identity. I counted the seconds. One, a step; two, a step; three, a step; hold. Four, a step; now! I jumped behind her and made a direct hit on her head before she could turn around and attack me. Her eyes immediately drooped, and she fell to the floor, face first. I hit her head lightly once more to make sure she remains unconscious. She should get used to the darkness.
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