Product of a Murderer
A False Sense of Security
When I walked into our apartment I could hear the shower water running, Alan was in the shower. "Hey, I'm home!" I tossed the keys onto the counter and set Alan's coffee on the table then walked over to the couch with my coffee and the envelope. What's in it? I sat down, legs crossed on the sofa coffee in my lap. Well, guess I'm going to find out... I tore open the envelope eager to find out its contents. Inside was a small piece of notebook paper.
Ana,
I don't understand why people think locking the door will keep them safe.
xoxo,
Jeremy
What the hell was that supposed to mean? But then it hit me, Alan. He didn't say anything when I let him know I was home... I jumped up from the couch and ran over to the bathroom door. I burst through the door and ripped open the shower curtain. Alan was passed out, a gash on his forehead. I pulled a towel off the rack, shut off the water then pulled Alan from the tub. "Alan, baby, I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't think anything like this would have happened. I should've stayed with him, kept you out of harms way."
After I had him wrapped in a towel on the floor I went to grab the house phone to call the police, but before I could get to the phone there was a note on the fridge that said,
Ana,
Don't call the cops, wouldn't want your little boyfriend to get hurt more than he already is, now would we?
xoxo,
Jeremy
A Few hours later Alan woke up and I took him to the hospital, telling the nurses he slipped and fell while in the shower. Later when we got home Alan started asking questions, a lot of questions. "Ana, what's going on? Why is Jeremy talking to you now? How dangerous is this guy? How did he get into our apartment?" The questions just kept coming and all my answers were getting shorter and shorter and starting to sound a lot more like I don't know. So I got up from the couch and walked back to our room and crawled underneath the covers. I'm scared. Why now? How could he have found me? I was happy. I was so happy here with Alan. So happy... I started to fall asleep but not before I felt Alan crawl into bed next to me and kiss me on the forehead.
Ana,
I don't understand why people think locking the door will keep them safe.
xoxo,
Jeremy
What the hell was that supposed to mean? But then it hit me, Alan. He didn't say anything when I let him know I was home... I jumped up from the couch and ran over to the bathroom door. I burst through the door and ripped open the shower curtain. Alan was passed out, a gash on his forehead. I pulled a towel off the rack, shut off the water then pulled Alan from the tub. "Alan, baby, I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't think anything like this would have happened. I should've stayed with him, kept you out of harms way."
After I had him wrapped in a towel on the floor I went to grab the house phone to call the police, but before I could get to the phone there was a note on the fridge that said,
Ana,
Don't call the cops, wouldn't want your little boyfriend to get hurt more than he already is, now would we?
xoxo,
Jeremy
A Few hours later Alan woke up and I took him to the hospital, telling the nurses he slipped and fell while in the shower. Later when we got home Alan started asking questions, a lot of questions. "Ana, what's going on? Why is Jeremy talking to you now? How dangerous is this guy? How did he get into our apartment?" The questions just kept coming and all my answers were getting shorter and shorter and starting to sound a lot more like I don't know. So I got up from the couch and walked back to our room and crawled underneath the covers. I'm scared. Why now? How could he have found me? I was happy. I was so happy here with Alan. So happy... I started to fall asleep but not before I felt Alan crawl into bed next to me and kiss me on the forehead.
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2/9/14