Page 19 of The Moments You Miss
The Whispering Killer
That was too fucking close of a call. Too fucking close. She’s getting suspicious, but I must do everything I can to keep her off my trail. I was working in the shop today.
I walk back into my space and see the man unconscious and tied up. I can’t help the grin that grows on my face seeing the palette of colors blooming on his skin from our earlier sessions. I take my jobs seriously. I know who,whatI am, and I know exactly what’s expected of me to makeherproud.
“Liam Masterson! Wakey, wakey!” I shout into his ear, startling the gagged man awake. “Our time was interrupted, and we can’t let that happen now can we!” I let out a laugh that I see sends chills up the whimpering fool’s body.
He begins to thrash around as I turn my back to him, walking my fingers over my tools that lie on the table next to him. The air issterile, cold, and unfeeling, as I grab a small knife and gently twist it around. Turning to stare at the man, intimidating him as I twist the knife again between my fingers, play checking the sharpness of the tool.
“Tell me, Liam. Did your victims beg for mercy?” I take the knife and gently drag it down his arm, blood slowly pooling up along the slice. “Did you even listen to them? Tell me, Liam, what went through your head when you were killing those girls? Did it make you feel stronger? More like aman?“ I turn around clenching my fist, thinking about all that was done toherand the anger begins to flood into me.
A vein ticks in my jaw as I take a deep breath and look back at Liam, his body fighting against the restraints. A bit of pride runs through me knowing that he isn’t going anywhere.
“What do you think, Liam, are you gonna hurt another girl? Or can we surmise that you learned your lesson?” The knife trails along his cheek, as a grin once again forms on my face. The knife slices through the gag I had in place, allowing Liam to speak.
The man’s eyes widen as he immediately begins to grovel, “P-Please!Please!I promise you– I swear! I’ll never do it again! I’ve learned m-m-my lesson! I’m done for good!“ Liam stammers out, as the pathetic man screams for his life.
“See, that wasn’t so hard! I’ll happily let you go,” I say with glee as I turn to him. I then take the knife and stab him in the jugular, a satisfyingsplurtsounding out for only my ears. The man’s body goes limp moments later while his blood garbles. His life-force slips away with every drop of crimson and the world is now free from yet another man who caused more pain.
I grab the man’s chin, forcing his unseeing eyes, burning into my soul, the color fading from his body. I whisper, “I will stop at nothing, to rid the world of useless trash like you. Never again.” I open my supply cabinet and immediately begin to dispose of his body. This is honestly my favorite part of it all. The after— the control of knowing exactly what has to happen. Knowing exactly what to do and how to dispose of all of it and never get caught.
Clean.In all sense of the word. I fold up the plastic tarp and place it so that the blood won’t leave its confines. The body is cleaned up and ready for disposal in no time flat; though the speed is from practice and precision, not rush and panic.
When my hands are clean and my mind is completely quiet, I pull out my journal and write down the details of everything that was done today, and a sense of pride fills me that I can’t help but wonder if they’d be proud of me. A warmth fills me as I know in my heart thatshemost certainly would be.
I have to see her again.
Chapter 14
Chai & Pancakes
Cameron/Leyla
Cameron
Spending time with Leyla has honestly become my favorite pastime. I’m so fucking lucky that she’s back in my life, she’s incredible. I hate the fact that she’s going through so much, and she thinks she has to go through it alone.
We lay in bed, and the soft tickle of her breath hits my neck as I pull her close to me. Instinctively, she nuzzles in closer.
Perfection. This woman is fucking perfect. The cherry on top being that she’s fucking mine. I could lay here forever knowing that she’s the one in my arms. I’m the one holding her. Mine, mine, mine.Mine.
Leyla begins to stir and her beautiful eyes, all content and sleepy, gaze up at me. I run a hand through her hair and smile back at her. “Sleep well, baby?” My dimple makes an appearance, herface instantly heating when she sees it. I love the way my girl responds to the simplest things.
Leyla nods sleepily, pulling herself closer to me and kissing my bare chest. “Yea, I think it’s safe to say that’s probably the best I’ve slept in… well, in a while.”
My heart hurts for her knowing that she’s losing sleep over something that never had anything to do with her, but left her alone and feeling broken. My mouth turns into a frown, as she looks up at me with wonder in her beautifully mismatched eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me that you haven’t been sleeping?”
She shrugs, and I can actually see her walls slowly forming back up. I grab her by the chin, not wanting her to shut me out. “How about this Cherry: go take a shower. And while you’re in there, I’ll make us some breakfast. How do… pancakes sound?”
Her body softens against me and the light slowly returns to her eyes. I let out a sigh of relief as she nods to me, gently pulling away, and immediately I’m missing the warmth of her body connecting with mine. She looks at me with that smile that could send me to my knees. “You’re beautiful, Cherry.”
The red creeps up her neck again, and blood instantly goes right to my cock. I wish she knew the things she does to me— without intention; with simply being herself. Leyla whispers something softly and turns around and heads off to the bathroom. Once I hear the shower start, I plop back into the pillows letting out a groan. Then force myself up, my erection not at all hidden, padding over towards the kitchen and begin cooking our breakfast.
I am so fucking into this woman, and she doesn’t even know the extent of it. I wonder if it would terrify her.
Leyla
I have no fucking idea where Cameron Curtis came from, but he is so fucking perfect that I can’t even begin to describe it. I think I’ve fallen for this man. Is that even possible when we’ve only been together for a couple of weeks now? I look at the mirror after my shower, the condensation from the steam still blurring my view. I use the edge of the towel to clear away a little section so I can see my reflection in the mirror. I brush my hair and pull out two hair ties, and begin braiding my hair down the back.
