Save Riley(40)

This always happened to me. The closer I knew I was getting to securing my new victim, the more violent I wanted to be, the angrier I got. It was something that my mentors had given up trying to get me to control so I had to learn to control it on my own. Purple quickly finished what was left of her drink and I threw money on the bar. I took her hand to lead her through the throngs of people and released it immediately once we reached the door.

I took a deep breath of fresh air and almost choked on the amount of cigarette smoke I wound up inhaling. It was almost enough to make me start seeing red again, but instead I leaned against the wall, while Purple opened her small satchel and pulled out a cigarette of her own.

Purple’s phone buzzed quietly in her hand and I watched her bring her screen to life. I watched her grin widely and I stood by as she angled the camera on the phone toward herself and take a picture.

“How well do you know, Riley?” she asked as she sent her photo. I waited until she put her phone away and gave me her attention gain.

“Well enough. She’s a good girl, uh, woman. Very kind and sweet, loves to please others,” I replied awkwardly.

“But I mean what kind of girl does she like?” she asked, as her phone buzzed again.

“I never asked to be honest.”

She nodded as she looked at her phone again and laughed. Her fingers moved quickly over the screen before she turned her attention back to me with a big smile.

“Riley said to tell you hello.”

What? Is this one just as crazy as the other?

“How’s that?” I asked.

“Riley said to tell you hello,” she repeated. “Look.” I peered over her shoulder as she pulled up her messages. Between her and Riley. Text messages and picture messages.

My heart started to beat erratically. Riley had a phone and I never knew it. She probably had it this whole time. I had to get home and I had to get there now.





Twenty Three


“Do you have to drive so fast?” Purple asked in a panic as I swerved around a car.

“You’re eager to get home to Riley, yeah?” I snapped at her as I went past another car. She nodded, I saw out of the corner of my eye. “So am I.”

I was driving rather erratically but I needed to get my hands on that damn phone and see what she had been doing with it. Even if she erased everything, I had a program I could use to bring it all back.

This is why you never develop feelings for them you fucking idiot. Because then stupid shit like this happens and you never know it until it’s too late.

I pulled into the driveway five minutes later and jumped out of the car. I didn’t bother dragging Purple with me because I knew she was already wanting to see Riley so she would follow me. I reached the door first and punched the codes in quickly. I went straight into the living room where I had left her and sure enough she was still lying on the couch with the telly on and the phone in her hand.

I snatched it from her seconds before Purple entered the room. Riley sat up and looked at me with a satisfied smirk on her face then got up to greet her. The rage that smile sent through me was so overwhelming that I left the room without a word and went straight to my den. I slammed the door behind me and went straight to the computer, which I fired on immediately and turned on the cameras so I could watch them as I went through the phone.

It seemed that today was the first time she had used it. And it also appeared that she only used it with Purple, whose real name was apparently Tempest. I rolled my eyes at the messages they had sent to each other throughout the day; all of it was messages of how they couldn’t wait to see each other tonight. Shaking my head, I reached into the top drawer and pulled out the USB chord. I glanced at the screen as I started to fit it to the bottom of the phone and damn near dropped it.

Riley and Tempest were wrapped up in each other and kissing rather passionately. I leaned back in my chair and stared at them for a moment. Riley seemed like she was actually enjoying herself in the moment. As long as she goes the distance when she needs too then I really don’t fucking care, I thought lowering the camera screen and opening the program I needed. Once I hooked the phone up to the computer and let the program begin its search, I pulled the camera screen back up and sighed. The living room was empty; like the Alone Room had been when she snuck Perry out of it.

“Tsk, tsk, Riley. You’re a very naughty girl,” I whispered to myself as I began to scan the other rooms of the house for them.

I decided to let the program run as I left the den. There were really only two rooms they could be in and one of them would only record if the cameras were set from the inside of it. So up the stairs I went and down the hall until I reached the door of my bedroom.