Dont Blame Me

Chapter 33

The light from the T.V. blares across the dark room as the news reporter's voice rings out.
"...The murders of the four government officials are still under investigation. The autopsy reports have been released to the public, revealing extreme torture before the men had died."

A mugshot of a girl is pictured on the screen. She's a pretty girl, with plain brown hair and brown eyes. The unsettling part is the look in her eyes. A single glance is all it takes to know that she's clearly unstable.
She was the broken doll I saw eating at the fair.
And she was in Annie's Playhouse that night. Hiding in the walls and watching every guest that came through. At one point, she looked at me and probably made a decision on whether she was going to kill me or not.
I shudder, knowing how close I could've come to death that night. Snatching up the remote, I click off the T.V., shaking as I throw the remote back on the couch.
The asshole fucked me and then went and murdered a bunch of men with a psychotic chick.

Mark fucking Seinburg is one of the men, along with three other government officials I had met while standing in line for Annie's Playhouse. She had said she had business to take care of with a psycho chick, and for some reason, her going off to murder people was the last thing I had expected.
Stupid. That's what she does, Rosie. Murder people.
The fear and anxiety are overwhelming. I knew she killed people. Jaehyun's hands showing up on my doorstep was proof of that. His entire family being wiped out...

I knew she was a murderer. She admitted it. But somehow, seeing her heinous crimes broadcasted on live television is eye-opening. She murdered four government politicians.
This isn't just a girl playing dress-up with a mob boss's suit and handgun. Jae was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But this... this is big.

Did Mark deserve it? Absolutely. But I was at his house. I was someone on his radar. And now that he's dead, what if they come for me?
Shit. You really are an idiot, Rosie.
I rest my elbows on my knees and slump my head into my hands. My thoughts are spiraling out of control.
Who cares if it happened to be the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had in my life? And probably will ever have. The woman is just as crazy as the girl on screen.
She's killed before, and she's obviously going to do it again, and what if she tries to take out the goddamn President next? Or someone else with connections to some very unhinged people?

I just don't think I'm okay with that. I look up at the screen again, a news reporter standing in front of flashing siren lights at Satan's Affair.
I'm just not okay with ther. With the fear that some terrifying people are going to come after me because Lisa keeps killing off high- profile people. She's a goddamn serial killer.
I need to end things with her. For good. It doesn't matter what he makes me feel. She's going to put my life in danger, over and over. And how does someone just... be okay with that?
I'm rocking in Gigi's old chair when a flash of movement outside my window catches my eye. My heart skips several beats when I find my shadow standing on the other side, several feet away with that damn red cherry blaring in the night.
Fuck. She's here.
She's not going to listen to reason when I tell her to leave me alone. She never did before, it won't be any different now. I need to figure out how the hell to get her away from me permanently. Maybe I'll look into that bodyguard Ashley spoke about before.
But right now, the only thing I can do is call the police. They'll be here quick if I lie and say I'm in serious danger, and in the meantime, I'll try to convince her to leave.
Adrenaline and a heady mix of fear trickles into my bloodstream as I scramble up and away from the window and look for my phone.
Looking around frantically, I tear apart the living room in search of my phone. My heart is pounding, the sound resonating in my ears as my breath draws short and choppy.
It takes several minutes before I finally find my phone lodged beneath a couch cushion. When I straighten and glance out the window, I finally do freeze.