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Chapter 42.

January 27th

Killers POV.

He had been sitting outside of her home now for hours, calling her but getting no answer.

Why wasn't she answering her? she had to know he would of call tonight.

He felt like her puppet; she pulled the strings and he danced to her manipulative tune. It was always the same with her and to think he thought she was different than the others, but no she was the same. He was starting to see that all woman where the same, they go around leading guys on with their smiles and flirting and dropped them when it suited them. He wasn't going to let her get away with treating him this way. She belonged to him and him alone, it was time for her to stop playing her games.

He used the steering wheel as leverage as he arched his back and stretched, his muscles felt tight, unyielding he groaned. He looked at the clock on the dashboard, it was 4.00AM, he pulled his coat around him and turned up the collar, it was cooler at this hour of the day and he was exhausted.

AS he leaned forward to ease the ache in his spine, he rubbed his hands together the joint on his fingers were red and swollen, his knuckles covered in scratches. He pushed away his frustration as he pick up his phone from the passenger seat, decided to call her one last time before calling it a night. He really needed to get some rest before he set his final plan into motion.

"Hello..." The sound of her voice and the fact she had answered made him excited, so excited that he breathing picked up and he forgot how to talk.

"Hello...who is this?" He could hear tension in her voice that had him worried, he was just about to speak when he heard her hang up.

He scared at his phone in disbelief. What the fuck she hanged up? What is wrong with her?

He didn't like the fact she hang up on him but what worried he the most was why did he hear tension in her voice, what was wrong? He decided that he had to know if she was alright after all she was his. He put his phone into his coat pocket, reached forward towards the glove box to get out his gloves. He put his gloves on, opened his car and jump out. He took a quick look around to make sure no- one was around, the last thing he needed was for some one to spot him.

The night was cold, but quiet the street was empty. All the lights from the other houses were off, the only light there was, was a light coming from her house that she always left on, he guessed it was the landing light. The street was lit with light from the street lights and the moon shining down. The sounds of his footsteps hitting the concrete and the trees swaying in the breeze echo all around him as he crossed the road to her house.

He walks quietly towards the back of her house, out of sight of any neighbors just in case some one woke up. He keeps close to the blushes running alone side the edge of her garden, careful not to step on any leaves or twigs like a dangerous animal that has his prey in his sight, being careful not to scare his prey off or give any warning to his presence he crouches down, staying low to the ground as he moves closer to her windows.

Keeping himself in the shadows of the night, he crouches over to her window, he stays underneath just out of slight as he listens to any sounds coming from either her house or outside around him. When he is fully satisfied that all is quite and no one is around, he edges himself up just enough so he can see inside of her window, keeping himself out of slight so if she was to look out of the window she won't see him.

He looks though window, making out the kitchen. He stays that like for a few seconds looking to see if he can see her. The kitchen is empty, she isn't here, so he crouches back down and moves along to the next window. He does the same at the window, edging himself up so he can see inside. He spots her straight away, she is sitting on her sofa with her face in her hands, she looks so lost and lonely that he almost makes his presence clear. He wants to comfort her, wants to feel her head against his chest as he wraps his arms around her. She is so close, he edges up just a little bit more, about to reach out and tap on the glass letting her know he is here. When he suddenly hears a voice from inside. He moves his hand back and edges back out of slight making sure he can't be seen but he can still see her. He watches Daryl walking into the room, sitting on the sofa and pulling Carol close to him. He watches Carol place her head on Daryl's chest, Daryl's arms wrapping around her. He watches as Daryl is the one to offer her comfort in stead of himself.

What the fuck? What is he doing here? She is meant to be alone! She is mine, not his!

He can feel the rage sweeping though his body making his blood boil, he can feel himself dangerously losing control as he watches the scene play out in front of him.

No, I can't lose control yet, I haven't finished yet.

He crouches down back under the window, closing his eyes as he clutches his fist together. He takes several deep breaths in and out slowly counting to ten. He needs to calm himself down and get back in control, he still as a job to finish after all and when he is done he is going to make sure both Carol and Daryl pay for what they are doing to him, He is going to end Daryl, he is not sure about Carol yet, he really doesn't want to kill her, maybe he will just keep her locked up until she behaviors and starts to see that she belongs to him and him alone, but if he has to kill her than so be it.

He moves away from the window and back into the brushes. Before he heads back to the safety of his car. Once back in his car, he is much calmer now, but still not ready to leave he has just one more thing left to do. He reaches inside his glove box pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, he writes a quick note. Satisfied with what he has wrote, knowing that Carol will now know he is not going to put up with her games and she belongs to him. He gets out of car, quickly making to his way to her front door, being careful not to make a noise and to keep himself out of slight, he pushes the note thought her letter box. Once done he heads back to his car, turns the engine on and drives down the road out of slight fully please and satisfied with the note he left, he thinks about what he wrote.

How dare you? You are mine!.

Yeah I think she has got the message now.