Chapter Ten: Too Attached

As soon as she falls asleep, I carefully leave her grasp, wrap her blanket around her, and put her stuffed giraffe into her arms careful as to not wake her up. She shifts, but then curls up hugging the giraffe closer to her chest as her breathing evens out again. I tiptoe out of her room and slowly close the door before marching down the long hallway.

I can't do this anymore! I'm getting attached.

Too attached.

This wasn't supposed to happen! I was just supposed to make her trust me, live with her for, at most, one year, and then snap, and kill her. Now look at what she's doing. What she's doing to me! She's making me feel things again.

Beck Oliver isn't supposed to feel. Not anymore at least. And then she comes into my life and this happens. I walk aimlessly into a room slamming the door. I hope it didn't wake her.

I turn around to look at my surroundings. This isn't my room. I flick the light switch to on and then I'm surrounded by weapons. Weapons of all kinds, but my attention isn't on them. It's on a sticky note that's sticking to a bookshelf filled with whips, chains, guns, knifes, you name it. I remove it from it's place and read the slanted scribbled writing that's written on it.

Hope you like what's in here. You know what to do.

I smile appears on my face. I don't have to deal with this. I can just wipe her from existence before I fall in too deep. Yeah, that's it. That's what I'll do, but I need to know for sure that I actually can. I pull out my phone and click on the name that can make that decision for me.

"What the hell do you want?" He answers groggily.

"I can't do this anymore!" I'm panting. I must sound desperate.

"What? You've only been there for three weeks with her and I made sure that I filled that tower with things you'll both love. What, is that not good enough for you?" He tries intimidating me, but the nervous tone in his voice tells me that he's frightened that he didn't please me.

"No, it's not that. It's her! Do I really have to wait a year to kill her?"

"Aw, is someone falling for my daughter?"

"Answer the damn question!" I snap. It echoes. I hope she didn't hear.

"Uh, well that's really up to you." I'm pacing around the horrid room and nervously messing with my hair. "For me: the sooner, the better. I already have a cover story." That makes me sick. It's the first time that one of his tasks makes me sick.

A smirk curls up on my features. "Perfect." I click end and put my head in my hands. What am I supposed to do? Cat's changing me and making me feel things. The door opening pulls me from my thoughts, but I don't give it any reaction.

"Beck?" The voice makes me turn my head in the direction of the voice and there she is rubbing her eye. She takes in the surroundings and her big eyes widen in fear as she takes a step back. Oh, right. This room is filled with harmful objects to society. "What is this place?" She panics taking another step back.

"I-I don't know. I found it." Well, it's the truth. "W-why are you up?" I ask her. She gives me this look as if to ask me if I was serious.

"What are you doing up?" Well, she has a point. "I heard you yell after I heard a door slam." She explains after she doesn't get a reply. "Then I couldn't find you and I got worried. Who were you talking to?" Damn it. What do I tell her?

That I was asking her dad for permission to kill her as soon as possible? "Oh, I called your dad to see if there was any news on your stalking." All those acting classes really did pay off.

Her lips form a perfect o and she nods in understanding. "Is there?" Shoot.

"No." She sighs tiredly.

"That's good. I'm going to bed. You should too." She says before walking off. I follow her until she goes into her room and I go into mine.

I have to do this. I'm getting attached. Too attached.

Short chapter, I know, but I really am sorry that it took forever and this is all you get. I hope you liked it anyways. Don't forget to review. C: