Chapter 33

Hattie stood underneath the shower as she let the cold water roll down her back. It soothed the ache in her head but she really wished it would relieve  the stabbing plain In her chest, Even if just a little. She had cried her self to sleep the previous night so the ache she felt in her head had an explanation. She was back to her regular life, back to were it all began, back to her boring life that she never looked up to seeing the next day. Javier did a lot to her, he made her happy, he made her for once in her life feel secured, he made her feel loved, he made her fulfilled. You could call it the Javier effect. Now she was suffering from the side effects of leaving someone that brought all this. There was no way she would have continued staying  with a murderer. He was a psychopath and they could never have feeling. The two of them were not compatible. He was too dangerous for her. The memories were flooding into her head at a fast pace. It made her  realise how much of Javier meant in her life. She never knew someone could impact her this way before, just by distance. She felt the space in her heart. Javier wasn't there to fill it up again.

Hattie dragged her feet from the bathroom down to her room with the towel tied losely on the top of her breast. She hadn't eaten for two days and she wasn't hungry. She had just managed to get up to take a shower. Sleep was the same, hard to get. She had been crying her self to sleep for the past 2 days that she left javier. Things weren't the same anymore. Her life had always been boring without Javier but now it felt empty, useless and not worth living in. Javier was gone, Westin was gone, her mother was gone, fay was missing. She hadn't even told Daphne about Javier. Where would she start. The whole lashedta thing was crazy, even to her. Bloody hyran, shiel pendant and some other    fantasy nonsense. Speaking of pendants, she suddenly remembered the pendant. She walked to her safety box where she had kept it secure. She picked it up and ran her fingers through it. The only thing her mother left with her. She had gotten this pendant when she was still little and her life was less crazy. Her mother being a hyran was absurd. It was almost unbelievable. She remembered when her mother had woke her up in the middle of the night to start packing. She was 13year old at that time. Her mother looked really worried and troubled and anytime she asked her what the problem was, she would brush it off saying "all is fine" they packed that night and very early in the morning, they moved down to Chicago where Hattie was currently staying. She remembered how tensed her mother was that night and it was then she gave her the pendant. 

Hattie stared at the pendant as free tears came rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't tame them. She hadn't cried all day so the tears used it as an opportunity to fall as it couldn't stop pouring. She felt scared, she felt lost, she felt ruined and a second part of her felt numb. She had been with a murderer who claimed to be a saint.

 Fay was being held hostage by one of his kind and the thought made her shriek. She had already started developing that sister bond with Fay even before she found out about the truth. How was it even possible that she was her sister. She never saw her mother with any other man after her father died. She was too devastated by the death that she couldn't talk to any body. She wondered how her loving and ever caring mother was vicious and dangerous the way Javier painted her. Hattie felt like her whole life had been a lie. The only thing that was true was her name. 

Hattie stared at the mirror  in front of her and scrowled at her appearance. She looked different, very different. Her skin was pale, her eyes were puffy and reddish as a result of constant crying. Her cheek had a brighter shade of red. She looked almost unrecognizable, accompanied with her  rough looking hair, she frowned at how tangled it was. It would take forever to amend. She looked like a cursed witch. She sighed tiredly.  Her mouth was dry, she hadn't tasted anything and she didn't feel like ingesting anything. 

She walked over to her cupboard and took out her long abandoned diary. It already looking dusty and a little bit musty. She blew the dust particles accompanied with her hands, cleaning it off. She couldn't keep this to her self, she needed to tell someone and she didn't mind it being her diary. She took at a pen from her table and started scribbling into the paper. For about 15 minutes, she sat on her bed writting. She used the back of her palm to clean the tears that gathered in her eyes, threatening to fall. She flipped to the fourth page and she proceeded in writing. She needed to keep record, this was the craziest moment in her life and she didn't want to forget about it.  She finally finished writting and closed her diary. She rubbed her eyes tiredly as she stared around. The space in her room was just like the one in her heart 

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"Bingo" Andrew snapped his fingers in satisfaction. A mischievous grin appeared on his face as he remembered the stunt that he had pulled. He ran his hand along the table, letting his fingers brush slightly against it.

"More drink?" the bar man called out loudly as a result of the ear piercing music that played round the club. He held a glass at one hand and a tissue in the other, cleaning the inside of the glass

"Yes please" Andrew replied as he continued gazing at the people in the club, moving their body to the beat of the loud music.

"Hey handsome" he heard from behind. He turned to the other side. The blonde lady sat very close to him with blue peering eyes. Her lips held a darker shade of red gloss. She smiled at Andrew as she proceeded closer to Andrew, swaying her head to the right side, blinking rapidly. She looked a little bit tipsy as she stared at Andrew with lust.

"Do you wanna have some fun, Mr" she slurred, placing more emphasis on the Mr, to sound more seductive.

"What is your name young lady" Andrew said, clearly not moved by her act.

"I know a fun place where we can have that discussion" she grinned, biting the corner of her lips. 

"The bathroom" she added as she let out a little giggle.

Andrew almost laughed at the whole scenerio. She hardly knew him and she was offering herself in the most ridiculous way he had ever seen. He stared at the lady In front of him. She looked rather in her early twenties. She was still had a smile on her face, a beautiful smile. He was going to take it away from her. He was going to teach her a lesson to never talk to strangers. He grinned at the thought of her screaming for help while he takes life away from her. He gave her a warming a smile.

"How about we go to my place instead" he said and he noticed how she beamed with excitement.

"Hmmm, I like that sound of that" she slurred 

"Shall we?" Andrew said, standing up, signalling for her to get up, with his hand stretched towards her. She held his palm and stood with the grin not leaving her face. She staggered as she stood up.

"A fine gentleman like you would have a car I suppose?" she smiled stroking his stubbles in a playful manner, leaning closer to him.

"It's packed outside" he said slowly pushing her away from himself, causing her to give him a playful scrowl

"Let's go" he said as he walked with her trailing from behing. How desperate could she be. He thought. 

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Andrew opened his room as he tried to shove Rita who was already all over him. He had learnt about her name, and some other thing whilst they drove.

 Her hair was all over his face as she tried to plant a kiss on his lips. He pushed her off slightly before closing his door

"So" she said said playfully with while running a finger from his chest, down to his waist line.

"Where do we start?" she added as she brought her fingers to her mouth and it rested in between her teeth in a  seductive way.

"With some ropes. I like my women being submissive" he said slowly. He grinned at the thought of what he was going to do to her 

"Sounds like a plan" she giggled

"On the bed" he ordered

"Yes Mr" she said and walked slowly towards the bed, carefully laying on it. Andrew smiled, he went into his closet in search up a rope, he found one and fastened her tightly to the the bed. She giggled all thorough in anticipation of what was coming next. After Andrew finished tieing her, he sat in one of the couch just opposite the bed, twisting his neck to the side continuously in a bid to relive the stress he felt.

"Aren't we going to have sex" she scrowled at him, judging from how he just sat there without doing anything. He didn't even undress her

"Let's talk, we have a lot to do" Javier said leaning back on the couch

"If you wanna talk, then untie me" she said wiggling her arms that were fastened tightly. She was getting pissed up. She had her hopes highs on their way there, now he is saying that he just wants to talk? How absurd!

"You will not tell me what to do" he smirked

"What do you mean by that"

"I want us to talk"

"I don't want to talk" she half yelled, already getting angry

"You will have to talk because it might be the last conversation you have on earth"

"What do you mean?"

"Rita" he paused looking at her intently

"What your favourite colour?"

"Are you nuts? You took me from a club just to ask me about my favourite colour. How dumb can you be?"

"I'll show you" he chucked and walked over to his closet. He returned with a knife and a gun. Chill went down her spine as she gulped at the sight of it. To make matters worse, she was been strapped to a bed, running won't work. What had she gotten herself into.

"I don't really needed this" he raised the gun along with the dagger

"But it's fun using them" a smile appeared on his face

"What do you want from me?" her voice came out shaky as a result of the fear that overwhelmed her the moment she saw him with the gun and dagger

"I just need us to talk"

"I'll talk" beads of sweat gathered on her forehead 

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Red"

"Intresting, how lovely. Red would most definitely look good on you" he said slowly caressing her exposed thighs with the tip of the knife.

"Please" she whispered 

"Not yet" he smiled at her, withdrawing the knife away from her soft skin

"Next question"

"If you were to kill me, were would you attack first?"

"I.. I... don't know. I can't kill you" she said in a bid to soften his heart Against killing her 

"Answer the damn question!" He screamed in her face causing a whimp to escape from her lips. He looked so scary and she shrieked by the thought of what he might do to her

"Where would you start?" he added more calmly

"I would attack your neck"

"Intresting" he nodded as he walked slowly to and fro beside her

"Next question. What is the most brutal way to die"

"By fire" she answered speedily, the last thing she wanted to do was to make angry

"Good girl" he remarked

" If you had to chop off a piece of your body, which would you choose?" 

"I don't... my hand"

"Which hand"

"My left"

"Why the left hand?"

"I wouldn't want to chop any part of my body but if had to pick, I would go with my left hand"

"Why did you come to me at the club?"

"I wanted to get to know you"

"Didn't seem like it. You shouldn't talk to strangers, didn't mummy teach you that?" He said with a fake pout. Followed by a loud disturbing laugh.

"I.... I please let me go" she said in between a whimp

"Why?" He snapped 

"I have a family" she said as tears rolled out of her eyes to the side of her face as a result of the angle she was lieing on

"You did say that your favourite colour is red. Do you wanna know what my  favourite colour is?" He paused, caressing the knife slowly against her skin"

"Crimson" he grinned

"And you know the colour of blood? It's crimson. I love the colour of blood" he smirked settling the edge of the dagger hard against her skin

"I would love to see you bleed, Rita"

"Please... I would do anything, don't hurt me. I don't want to die"

"I haven't decided if I was going to let you leave or die. Don't make any assumptions" he placed more effort in the knife, drawing a little amount of blood. She cried out in pain. He wiped the blood with his index finger and brought it to her face

"You see that? Crimson, My favourite colour" he said to Rita who was already shaking, drenched in sweat

"Let's get more of this" he smiled wiggling his finger in her face

"No no no no" she tried to stop him but it was to late. The knife came slicing through her skin as she groaned in agony

"Wrong limb" he smiled 

"Am so sorry, you wanted you arm off, didn't you?"

"No please" she screamed

"Screaming can't help you, you think I made house sound proof for nothing?"

"If you kill me" she gritted

"There's no way you would cover it up, the police would find you"

"You don't understand something,my darling. I don't care about the police. They can't do anything. They wouldn't even find your body to begin with" he paused 

"Come to think of it, it would be more fun if they found it" he grinned

"Why do you want to kill me" she sobbed.

"The way you smiled was annoying and you broke the rule"

"What rule?"

"Don't talks to strangers"

"And you want to kill me for that" he was most definetly a psychopath. She thought

He let out a smile, looking at her intently. The injury he inflicted on her was bleeding and the pain she felt there was excruciating. He ran his hands through her thigh and applied pressure to the wound causing Rita to wail.

"Goodbye my darling Rita" he muttered.

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