SPENCER'S POV
I closed my door, locking the deadbolt behind me. My thoughts were racing and I couldn't process all of them quick enough. I had to break everything down to simple sentences.
Embreonna held my hand…
What does that mean…?
She was nervous about the man in the hood…
She didn't have to hold my hand though…
I pulled my bag over my head and put it down on the bed. I sighed while rubbing my face in the palm of my hands trying to rid my eyes of the heavy feeling that was trying to take over. The same feeling that I had got every night, but I couldn't do anything about it. My brain knew too well that I wasn't anywhere near tired.
I took off my shoes and climbed onto the bed. I pulled my bag over to me and got out the files that the police and JJ had given us. I needed something to get my mind off of the hand holding situation it was freaking out about.
This unsub had a random cooling off period. The second murder was the day after the first, and the third was five days after that. If it wasn't for the signatures I don't think people would've been able to make the connection that it was the same unsub. If he didn't have an official cool off period…why wait so long to kill the third victim?
She laced our fingers together…
What does that mean…?
If the man in the hood would've been an unsub and had tried to get her, she could grip onto me better making it harder for him to get her…
Are you willing to let yourself leave it at that…?
I blinked hard a few times still trying to shake the thoughts and took a deep breath in letting it out slowly through a sigh.
The cross and the notes he had left behind made us think he was doing this for God, but if he was doing this for God…then God has a specific type to feel if wrath. All of the victims looked alike, were business men, and had a family. Whether it's a delusion of God or not the main reason for victims to all look alike is because they are a substitute until the unsub builds up to the actual target.
She took a while to say yes to get something to eat with me…
What does that mean…?
She doesn't feel the same as I do and doesn't want to come off in a wrong way…
Are you sure…?
I sighed as I started to bite at the inside of my cheek.
Chances are that the childhood of this unsub were like the rest, an in his own way a tortured one. He was probably doing to the victims what was done to him in his childhood. He probably had a sensitive side to him for women due to his mother who might have tried to save him from his father…
Father…
EMBREONNA'S POV
The car came to a sudden stop causing my head to slam into the side of the car. I cried out in pain but it was muffled by the duct tape that covered my mouth.
"Come on girl…"A voice called.
He pulled me out from the back of his bronco throwing me over his shoulder. I screamed, though no one could hear me, and tried to kick my way out of his grasp. Nothing I was doing was working though; I couldn't get away from whatever hell I was about to endure.
"You know, things would go a lot smoother if you would just STOP FUSSING!" He growled throwing me down to the ground.
I took that as a hint to cooperate or things were going to get worse than they already were. He cut the ties around my hands and feet and slapped a cuff around my ankle that was connected to a thick chain and cemented into the floor.
He walked over to the door and smirked at me, "I'll be back in a little bit." He mused before walking out of the room.
I backed against the wall and wrapped my arms around my legs. I rested my head on my knees and just let it all out. It's not going to get any better from here…
My eyes shot open. I was sitting straight up in my bed and couldn't seem to catch my breath. I swallowed hard while taking a look around the room.
Dreams like that have been haunting me since it happened. No they weren't happening every night, but when they did happen I couldn't shake the feeling that it was still happening. Even though I knew that it wasn't.
I ran a hand through my hair and pushed the covers off of me. That dream had caused my heart to race making the once cozy warm of my blanket to turn into a flaming inferno trapping me to the bed.
I looked over to the clock on the night stand, 2:00 in the morning and I don't know if I'll be getting back to sleep anytime soon. One thing is for sure though, I needed to get this dream out of my head otherwise any chance I did have of falling back asleep flew right out the window.
My breath had finally caught up with me as I laid back down pulling apart the covers, covering with only the bottom thinner one. I could only sleep with a cover over me. I slowly sighed as I wrapped the cover tightly around me while turning to lie on my side.
I had just closed my eyes when I heard a knock at my door. Sitting up I turned the light on and stared at the door. After a few minutes whoever was at the door knocked again. I got out of bed and walked to the door as quietly as I could.
I looked out the peep hole, Spencer.
A confused look took over my face as I opened the door, "Spencer?" I asked my voice cracking from just waking up.
"H-hey, is everything okay? I heard screaming." He asked with a concerned look on his face.
"Uh yeah, it was just a nightmare. I'll be fine. Do you…do you want to come in?" I asked stepping aside slightly.
"Y-yeah." Spencer replied biting his lip before walking in.
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