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A Killing Obsession Chapter 5TormentedA Killing Obsession Chapter 5 by littleangellaura1
I’m with my mum, currently standing in someone’s back garden. Looking round, I start to recognise it. The one I was in before with the same kids running around playing cowboys, the same groups of people nattering together and the same boy with the white hoodie. Jeffrey Woods.
Well, Jeff the Killer, the name I’m most accustomed to.
But…watching Jeff now, he doesn’t look like he has one ounce of “killer” in his body. He looks harmless. The last time I had seen him here he seemed dark, miserable, lost, confused, basically every negative emotion under the sun. Now he looks the total opposite of all those things. His brown hair is brushed back, his brown eyes are sparkling and he’s smiling and laughing. The little kids must have invited him to play “cowboys” with them and surprisingly Jeff agreed to join them, and even more surprisingly, he was having fun.
I can’t help but just stand there and stare at him. It
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Trying hard to push what happened to the back of my mind, I try and continue work as normal, and luckily it couldn’t be a more normal night as it consists of what usually happens on a Friday night; including a group of men laughing and chanting so loudly one of us has to keep telling them to quiet down a bit, that one person in a group who has had way too much to drink, an argument breaking outside, so much so Sven, our security guy, has to go outside and break it up and of course the spilled drinks everywhere. It’s super busy but it passes the time quick.
After cleaning a few tables, I say goodbye to Dom and Catherine as I’m ready to wait outside on my dad when Becky calls me over.
“Hey Laura, can you do me a favour?”
“Can you go into the cellar and grab some paperwork I’ve left down there? It’s just some drink orders I forgot to fill in. I’m really behind and up to my eyeballs in work!
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“So…what’s it like working at the Sandman Bar?”
“A lot different from working at the Bingo, huh?”
“Will it be busy tonight?”
My dad and I make idle chit chat in the car on the way to my work. It sounds horribly depressing and lacklustre, as if we were two strangers trying to make a decent, half-hearted conversation with each other. Our father/daughter relationship has been messed up a bit since the whole incident with Jeff. Although my mum and dad don’t know half as much, deep down they know that I’m responsible in some way. They’ll just never say it out loud. But I guess an awkward attempt at conversation is better than the awkward attempt at giving me the silent treatment, complete with strange looks and wounded glances.
“What time do you finish at?”
“Half 10. Possibly a bit later just in case.”
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I try hard not to think much of the dream, because I know thinking about it too much will just bring back memories, and those memories will turn to longing, and that longing will turn to pain. I suppose with it not being a gruesome, disturbing nightmare like previous dreams, it’s easier to forget about.
Or at least, it starts to fade.
I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think about the past. I don’t even want to think about him. I know that sounds harsh but, well he’s harsh. Just…leaving and forgetting about me like that. For a good couple of months I checked the news every day both online and on TV to make sure he wasn’t caught by the police and arrested, or to see if there were any sightings of him. Then the murders stopped and that’s when I knew he was gone for good.
Why would he leave me like that? Why would he just leave, never come back, never speak to me again after….after that