Page 105 of I see you Beauty

I feel anger build up inside me, and I don’t know when it will become too much. But I still have the strength to stand up to the dark inside me for you, our love, and our future together. I’ll get it back; I promise you, Beauty.

“Y-you’re sick! You were never together! Sarah always thought you were creepy and only accepted you because you were Milo’s best friend. She loved Milo and would never have cheated on him! How could you do that to your best friend—your only friend who didn’t think you were crazy? He was loyal to you, and you?” she sobs, and yet I can hear the contempt in every single word, and what I hear makes me so unspeakably angry.

“Loyal?” I laugh almost mirthlessly. “You call that loyal? Stealing my girlfriend from me? Sarah and I were happy until Milo somehow came between us! And you… YOU convinced her I wasn’t good for her. You’re partly to blame for the fact that they’re both dead now!”

“It was you! You killed them both because you, sick freak, convinced yourself that Sarah loved you. But she feared and hated you. She wanted to get rid of you!” she shrieks, as far as my arm around her neck will allow.

My pulse quickens, and my blood literally boils. I just want to shut her up because what she’s saying is a lie! Sarah loved me! We were happy! I know it!

“YOU’RE LYING!” I yell at her and squeeze my arm a little tighter around her neck so I don’t have to listen to her ugly talk anymore. “STOP LYING!”

“Ez-Ezra…,” she croaks, making me squeeze tighter so she’ll finally stop saying such horrible things.

“You told Cora I killed Sarah and Milo? That was a mistake, Jenny! You shouldn’t have interfered in things that don’t concern you!” I growl quietly in her ear before I break her neck with a powerful jerk, and she instantly goes limp in my grip.

Panting, I let her fall to the ground and look down at her. Shit! I can’t have a corpse right now. What do I do with her now? I feverishly think of a way out; then my gaze falls on her open towel, which has fallen to the floor in the fall. I get an idea of how to escape this situation.

I drag the lifeless body back into the bathroom. Luckily for me, it’s equipped with a bathtub, which fits perfectly into my plan.

I tear the towel off her body, throw her into the bath, and wash her whole body again so as not to leave any marks. Carefully, I drape her body in such a way that it looks like she slipped in the bath and broke her neck when she fell.

After finishing my work, I check one last time to make sure it looks like an accident. Then, armed with the towel, I press the door handle, clean my fingerprints off the other side, and leave.

I was never here, and it was a tragic accident… Like one of so many.

On the way home, I dispose of the towel in a garbage container to sever the last connection to what just happened.

My thoughts race as I drive. Jenny told you all about my past, at least her version. Some bitch you did not even know, and yet you believed her so quickly, swallowed what she told you about me.

I thought you were my salvation, Beauty! Instead, you made me a much worse monster. You have unleashed all my darkness on the world at once, and it has already chosen its next target…

I will hurt you as much as you hurt me. I will rip your heart out of your chest and bleed you dry, just like you did to me. And I won’t have to touch you because your heart beats outside your chest. You’ll see, Beauty… You’ll wish you’d never betrayed me like that.

Chapter Seventy-One

“So, did you find anything?” Kelly asks me as she drops onto the couch next to me, sighing and visibly frustrated, throwing the file on the table in front of her because it probably didn’t lead anywhere either. What a bummer!

We got the case files. Apparently, Thomas has taken a vacation from his office, so it was easy to access them. Being the boss’s wife has its advantages.

I’m glad he’s complying with my request to keep his distance and giving me time to process everything. I can only hope that he will then accept the separation and divorce quickly. For now, I'm just reassured that there won't be any immediate consequences and that he'll respect my need for distance as he comes to terms with it all.

“No. Nothing. All these old police reports won’t get us anywhere. He’s covered his tracks so well that you’d think he didn’t commit all those murders.”

I shake my head and toss the file into the box with the others, all of which were equally unhelpful. This can't be right—no fingerprints, no clues, nothing. Every case appears as if it never existed. But I know Jenny wasn't lying to me; she was terrified, and there’s no way she would have fabricated it. Even if she had, what purpose would it have served?

“Maybe we’re not finding anything because there’s nothing to find? Think about it. You’ve been here three days, and he hasn’t shown up. He hasn’t even tried to call you from a different number. Nothing. Maybe you’re misjudging him. Maybe he’s a nice guy who just wanted to help and with whom you were actually happy,” Kelly suggests, making me pause and reconsider.

Have I squandered everything wonderful I had with Ezra because I listened to the word of a stranger who was scared to death of him?

It’s painful to think about because I was falling in love with Ezra. I could have envisioned a future with him, seeing it clearly ahead of me. But can I truly be so naïve as to ignore these serious accusations just because my heart wants to believe otherwise?

Lost in thought, I brood until my eyes fall on the TV. I immediately grab the remote control and turn up the news. I stare at the screen where the newsreader is reporting on a dead body. A young girl has been found dead in a motel room. She is said to have broken her neck, and the police are asking for relatives to come forward, as none have been found yet.

My mouth drops open in horror, and I point my finger at the TV as they show an older photo of the dead girl, which they must have found on her social media account.

“That’s Jenny. The one who told me all that stuff about Ezra. She… has been dead for three days!”

I rub my freezing fingers and stare at the TV in horror. I can’t believe what terrible thing is happening in front of my eyes. Jenny is dead… It can’t possibly be a coincidence. All these mysterious ‘accidents’ can’t be a coincidence. Ezra… he’s… a murderer. Oh God!

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