𝗩𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺 ➪ 𝙔/𝙉 + (𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 ) 𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙍

C H A P T E R T H R E E

March 19th, 1997
Not edited!
{Y/N POV}

Another victim was treated like the rest, but this time it was someone important, very important. This victim was William Jacobs an officer that worked in the same office as me for many years, the one that wanted to be my boyfriend so bad that he would do anything.

But that will never happen, especially after what happened to Will. The office definitely won't be the same anymore. Officers are already looking like they are ready to break down in tears. But with the jobs that we have, we became used to death and we learned how to cover our sadness. Even if the deaths were our co-workers.

I wiped the tears that had slipped from my eyes with my jacket sleeve. Suddenly detective Tanner put his arm around me and pulled me into a side hug. He laid his head on my hair and caressed my hand with his other one.

"If you need to cry then go ahead, please don't hold in till you get home Y/N that will just make it worse," Tanner continued. " If the chief or anyone else says anything I will rightfully show them their place, I promise darling."

With that, I cried, cried like a baby. But it felt good to finally be able to have someone tell me that I can cry and they won't shame me for it. Tanner was always my shoulder that I can always cry to, but I never used it till now. Am regretting that decision now.

Time skip: 20 minutes later

The chief had finally let us off and we all went home. When I reached home I took off my shoes, jacket, and jewelry. I went to the bathroom and turn on the shower, I needed a warm shower.

I went into my room next, I went into my closet and picked out my pajamas for the night. Which were an oversized, blue shirt and some gray shorts.

Going back into the bathroom I took off my work clothes and stepped into the shower. Already feeling my muscles relaxing I let out a soft sigh of relief. I was going to be in here for some hours.

Time skip: midnight

Scrolling on Instagram and stopping a few times to like a post or send a comment, I sat in the dark in the freshly new clothes that I just put on. I stopped scrolling and turn off my phone, turning my body to face the ceiling, I sighed. Was I too harsh on Jacobs, could going on a date with him that night would have prevented him from dying?

That night that he was being killed I was supposed to be there with him on a date in Olive Graden. But no, I decided to blow off on him and hang up the phone before he could have finished. Damnit I was a full asshole to him and for no reason.

All he wanted was a date, only one date. That's all, but I was afraid to go with him. Because it seems like everyone I get close to dies by the same damn killer. Every time with no fail. But it didn't matter even if I went on a date with him or not. He still would have died I guess.

I stopped my thoughts when I heard something fall, downstairs. Quickly but carefully, I put on my slippers and walked to the door. Before I opened it I went to my drawer and got my gun. If the killer was out to get more of the police force then they were out of luck, because I would rather get revenge for my lost co-worker than die.

I finally opened the door silently and walked into the hallway. I only had an apartment so I didn't have an upstairs. So if the killer was here then they won't have many places to hide except in the small spaces that they probably couldn't fit through.

Keep my gun in front of me the whole time as I walked through my apartment in complete darkness, trying to find something or someone reasonable for the sound that was made. When I was sure I walked through my whole apartment I turn on the lights.

Just as I did I heard the sound of a door frame being closed or slammed closed. Quickly I got my gun and ran to the back door. There was no way they could have gotten out through the front door because I was just there. So they had to escape through the back door.

Finally reaching the back door I quickly opened it and the door frame and looked around. I didn't see shit and it's maybe because of the complete darkness.

I didn't feel safe after this but if I wanted to go to work then I would have to go to sleep. Closing my back door, I walked back up to my room. But of course not without putting more bullets into my gun and tucking in the covers with me. I would have to be on guard all night long.

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"That was close, can't let that happen again, or else my dear Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊/N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝ w̷̡̲̲̞͎̣̱̟̰͎̐̋̒ī̶̧͙͖̲̘l̶̘̫͚͎̟̙̺̼̦͈̋̽̔l̶̘̫͚͎̟̙̺̼̦͈̋̽̔ k̴̼̺̤̗͒͐͊͜ͅn̸͉̠̘̲̼̼̩͗͒̕͝͝ō̵̝̭͙̊w̷̡̲̲̞͎̣̱̟̰͎̐̋̒ w̷̡̲̲̞͎̣̱̟̰͎̐̋̒h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝ō̵̝̭͙̊ s̷̠͕̪̥͐̌ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜â̸̠̋l̶̘̫͚͎̟̙̺̼̦͈̋̽̔s̷̠͕̪̥͐̌ h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜r̵̨͇̰̭̜̈́͑ d̶͇͆̓̂̆͌͛͠ī̶̧͙͖̲̘r̵̨͇̰̭̜̈́͑ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝y̶̡͕̮͇͖͕̮̳̲̓ c̷̡̪̘͎̻̦̀͑̒̈̂̿̑̓̚͜͝l̶̘̫͚͎̟̙̺̼̦͈̋̽̔ō̵̝̭͙̊ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜s̷̠͕̪̥͐̌ â̸̠̋ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝ n̸͉̠̘̲̼̼̩͗͒̕͝͝ī̶̧͙͖̲̘ḡ̴̛͓̬͒̓̉̉̐́͘̕͜h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝~"