This chapter contains some violence...
Chapter 3: Into the Night
"Damn it." Clarice placed her keys down on the counter next to her purse as she looked at the flashing clocks. It would take the next twenty minutes resetting all the clocks in the house. She sighed and headed for the stairs for a shower, the clocks would have to wait until the morning.
He waited for her while she took a shower and while she dressed in to her nightgown. Waiting in her closet, waiting patiently for five years. His heart pounded and his palms were sweaty. The thought of revenge and how he would carry it out played over and over in his mind. There was no turning back now.
Clarice brushed her hair which caused little wet spots on her shoot from the water dripping off the ends of her hair. Letting out a sigh, she wasn't expecting a man to jump out from behind her when she passed the closet. Matthew pinned Clarice against the wall catching a usually strong Clarice off guard. She recognized him at once, how could she forget a cold face such as Matthew Carter's? Her heart pounded, what was he doing out of prison?
"Remember me?" His right hand pressed her chest bone against the wall while the left squeezed her neck.
"Matthew Carter." She struggled.
"You remember!" he sounded thrilled. "Well then, you'll know why I'm going to do this..." Matthew thrust Clarice forward into the other wall where she fell in to it head first.
It had felt as if her forehead had been crushed in but it couldn't have been too bad for there was only a small amount of blood oozing from her face when she felt it. Dizzy, she couldn't get away from Matthew as he came for her again. Everything went black.