So...today I finished this little story ;)We have 25 chapters left, including this one, and I think you'll both love and hate what I have coming.Oh, and...spoiler alert. That prologue is near ;)Enjoy lovelies!xxDani
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APOV:
I'm entranced by the words filling the screen in front of me. Maybe entranced isn't the right word because that makes it feel like what I'm looking at is a good thing, and it's most definitely not.
I'm nauseous at what I see because it means a lot of mess for Cullen. Cullen, who's been such a good friend to me, who's let his guard down for the first time ever, who's...in love with a murderer.
"I find my new victim in a dingy alley, drunk and ready to die."
Is it possible that she lured him there? I saw it happen; it looked like he dragged her there against her will, but could she have put up a fight just so it would look less suspicious?
"He has no idea how lucky he is that the man that's stolen my heart against my will showed up to save him. Of course, I'm the one he thought he was saving, but little does he know…"
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This is going to destroy him.
"But I have a plan. One neither my new beau nor the piece of shit in front of me will ever see coming. I loathe cheaters, but I hate perverts even more. This man won't have a dick left to assault women when I'm done with him; I'll feed it to him myself before I slit his throat."
Christ, Bella.
I want to believe that she's still just writing, but the coincidences are just too much to overlook. She hasn't written in over a month, and she comes back on the night Jacob confronts her? She's not even as careful as she was now that she's typing on the computer.
Edward has done an excellent job covering the cameras in her apartment, but I can still see through her phone, and what I see chills me to the bone.
She's been crying, angry, hot tears flowing freely down her face. She wipes away the snot with a vicious hand, pounding away on the keyboard like it wronged her.
As much as I hate it, I have to do something before someone gets hurt.
Someone else, anyways.
Once she's done typing, I print out the text she's written and pray to hell the Chief comes in early tomorrow.
I hate that I'm so attached to this case. I don't like making them personal. But Edward deserves for me to personally see this through.
