Addicted to your Punishment Ch 2- I Could Follow You

Janean Melissa Roberts. 26 years young. 117 pounds, 4 ounces. Blue eyes, blond hair. Five foot three. Jean size: woman's three. Shirt size, medium. Bra? 36 A.

Stalker-ish? I think not. With something important, I make sure to stab the I's and cross the t's.

No, no. I mean dot the I's and cross the t's.

My apologies.

I'd been home for an hour now; Kelly's been decomposing for and hour and 5 minutes so far.

Though my foremost object of extermination is still up and running, I am vaguely content.

I've been committing haphazard slaughter for a year now but I still have no alias.

Those were the core of my thoughts. That is, until my cell phone rang beside me on the wooden table top.

"Blair! Get down here, now." my best friend, Shannon, was on the other line, screaming over the booming of music. Bass buzzing in my eardrums caused me to pull the object away from my ear for a short time.

"You know, I'm actually busy."

"Oh, stop brooding and plotting! Time to chill. Have some fun. Blair Valentine, if you don't get your sexy ass out of that room right now and get down here to the club, I'll beat you with a club."

"The weapon itself or the actual building itself?" I remarked.

"Both, if ya don't stop being a smart ass." she hung up.

Looks like planning will have to wait. She's right; I haven't been out much lately.

But, yes, she does know about my criminal background. You heard right. Don't second-guess yourself.

Deciding against getting overly spruced up, I washed quickly, putting on a thin bit of eyeliner. I threw on some jeans and a tube top, put on stilettos and left.

When I arrived at the club down the street, Shannon instantly embraced me.

"Let's dance." Were the first words from her glassed lips.

After a few songs, we joined at the bar. Facing the crowd of people, I sipped my daiquiri. My elbows rest back on the countertop while I sat next to my friend.

"So, how did tonight go?"

"Kelly's turn." I stated, smirking.

"Good. 'Bout time that whore got what she deserved," her eyes lingered on the TV. "Shot, Blair, ya gotta see this…"

Turning for a moment, I focused on the news reporting a fire at the old Truent building. "Oh…too bad."

"Did you…?" Shannon didn't have to finish her thought. I just grinned. "Ugh, you're nuts…" she hit her forehead.

"Oh? Well fuck you too. See when I save your ass." I muttered.

"Hey, it's not a bad thing! You're great. Please protect me?"

"Since you're practically begging, I supposed I'm inclined to." My eyes shifted through the people until I discovered a single blond. "Well…"

"What?" Shannon searched for the reason for my thoughts.

"Wouldn't you assume if you're hiding, it wouldn't be out in the open?"

When I stood, Shannon latched onto my arm, shrieking: "No. Not now!"

"But she's right THERE." I growled through clenched teeth.

"Yeah but do you want the police involved now?" sighing, I sat back.

"Damn it, you're right."

"That's right I'm right. Wait, love, wait."

"Yes, Ms. Lovett," I mocked. "What a blood wonder, imminently practical and yet appropriate as always. Ms. Lovett, how I've lived without you all these years, I'll never know."

"Ha, ha." Shannon rolled her eyes, not finding it amusing.

I, on the contrary, had and was now laughing frantically at my own joke and ignoring the little hussy who continued dancing as if she hadn't a care in the world. The more I watched after my laughter, the greater my vexation grew. I shouldn't be sitting here, regarding her. So I stood furiously, downing my drink.

"Where are you going?" Shannon inquired.

"Anywhere but here." I left, slamming the door.

I rested on the curb for some time, focusing as the illuminations of the transpiring cars taillights advanced past.

An idea came to my head; I knew where to go.

I lackadaisically stood; eyeing the cars with a glare. Every taxi that passed, I attempted to hail, though none stopped.

Growing more and more agitated by the millisecond, I walked to the center of the busy road and stopped, not looking up once.

Horns sounded loudly, ear piercing shouts of obscenities and the shaking of fists flew passed me. Another glare was sent and they shut up, gazing straight ahead and waiting for a light to change. Another taxi.

Show time.

Walking in front of it, I guessed it was accelerating at a speed of 45 miles per hour. The driver seemed caught off guard that there was a woman in the middle of the road and quickly hit the brakes. This simple reaction made the drivers which followed him to swerve all over, few crashing into others. I giggled at their madness. The driver was now directly in front of me, only bumping me with the front fender. I waltzed over to the open window.

"How many taxis are going to pass before I get a ride?" I catechized.

"S-so sorry, miss. P-please, let me take you." he shook. I got in. "where to, miss?"

"Arkham." I stated blankly. When he didn't begin to drive I stared at him. "Well? Is there a problem with that?" The weird, shocked look on his face slowly left to a look of questioning until he shook his head and began driving.

To where the madness somewhat began…

I could follow you to the beginning just to re-live the start.