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I hadn't left him alone. Not REALLY. He was home with my mother which is almost the same as me being there. We are related. Close relations too! So it was allowed, right? Okay, maybe I'm just trying to convince myself here, but I don't care. He's got someone looking out for him, so he'll be fine. Besides, he'll be asleep for another few hours and I'll be back before then.
I was dressed all in black, looking quite provocative so my mum thought I was going "out with the girls" rather than what I was really doing. I didn't really have much clothes to look sexy and provocative in while still covering enough of my body to hide amongst bushes, so I was stuck in a very low cut black top with sleeves and black jeans, with my black boots. The boots weren't really such a good idea, though, really. They were kinda high and so I knew running would be difficult. Though, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to resort to running.
Katie's home didn't have any police signs around it. No "crime scene investigation: please don't cross". There was nothing. A part of me even wondered whether the police had come to investigate.
I took the key that was hidden beneath the flower pot; the one piece of information that I had managed to get out of David. Other than that, he was shut down, refusing to think about the girl who had almost killed him. I pushed the key into the lock and unturned. It was dark inside and there was a tiny amount of dust covering the items within the home. Either the police had not been here yet, or they had completely dismissed had happened to David. I hoped to God it was the former; I needed justice.
The real kind. Not just the kind I was hoping to inflict. I looked carefully through the house, opening drawers at random. I don't know what I was looking for; I don't know what piece of mind I was hoping to get from being here, but I knew it would help.
I was in her bedroom next. I saw a packet of condoms in her drawer but was glad to see they had remained unopened. I took this as a sign of my boyfriend's unwavering fidelity.
My hand grabbed around something else and my eyebrows drew together. I pulled it out. It was pink and fluffy and I almost threw up with the girlishness of the diary. I opened it and quickly realised this had begun more than a year or so ago. She was talking about David and her longing of him: her longing to kiss him, to touch him, and to be with him in the physical and emotional.
She wrote of how she had only seen him a few times, but it was love at first sight. No other man had ever smiled at her as they passed by without leering at her; no man had ever been shy enough to stay in the background of their art class, steadily making friends and making everybody laugh. On the few occasions he talked so she could hear, her heart would thump wildly in her chest. She was in love with him.
I shut the diary quickly, and turned around. I threw myself down the stairs and ran back to the hotel. I was clutching the diary with pure force and I wanted to read more. But ... that house ... it didn't feel safe somehow. There was something about being there, where SHE had lived, that made me shake all over.
My body led me through various roads without my mind hardly registering where I was or where I was going. Before I realised it, I was standing in front of my apartment; the one I was moving out of. My hand fished in my pocket for the key to the apartment and I was strangely delighted to find it. I carefully eased the key into the lock, an ominous feeling washing over me. I've never been so terrified before.
I opened the door and looked into the steps that led to my apartment. They creaked as my foot landed on the bottom step and I almost convinced myself to turn away. With tears springing to my eyes, I somehow managed to push myself forward, took the next step, and the next, and the next, before finally reaching the top of the steps. I could see my apartment door and I was shocked to find that it was open. My heart stopped as I looked upon the open door and I almost cried out as I saw what was inside.
Or, rather, who was inside.
I like cliff hangers! Enjoy :)
Kayleigh X