© CathiieL MISSCL 2020
A small trailer for this book can be found here.
Welcome back to book 2
I advise you to listen to the videos included in this book. It will help you understand it more. Especially this first one sitting above.
This book has sexual scenes, violence, swearing, situations that may effect some of you. WARNING!!! MAY OFFEND...PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. 18+ CONTENT.
WARNING THIS BOOK MAY GET CONFUSING, BUT IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE IN THE END.
Book order is as follows:
Pre Robernero discomfort
The roads are busy with cars and people are walking across the pavement in quick strides. Car horns are beeping as the rush hour traffic comes to a halt and people struggle to get to work on time. The sun is blazing and it’s now springtime with trees turning bright green. New leaves are replacing the old. Checking my watch at the exact same time on a different day for the nineteenth update since I my mission started. I take notes of the exact bus stop and the schedule of when and which order it arrives in. It’s nine o’clock on the dot.
Straight brown hair falls down in waves and brown eyes take in their surroundings gathering information of which intrigues me. Pouty pink lips part and cheeks turn rosy as the wind whips against them making her skin turn colder. A red coat flows in the breeze as black dolly shoes hit the ground, crunching the leaves beneath them. She is unaware that the surroundings she is taking in have something dark lurking in the distance. Green eyes watching with so much admiration and fingertips that are fighting the urge to touch her tender pale skin. She walks slouched over throwing her bag over her small petite frame as she steps foot on the bus. The struggle as she fights with it and launches it over her shoulder for the final time since she left her home. She takes a seat and holds a book in her hand turning to stare out of the window.
The darkness hides deep in the shadows. Them shadows she cannot see and if she looked close enough she would realize what is there, but she cannot sense it. She sees what is directly in front of her watching as the traffic beeps and moves one inch forward. Yet the darkness is watching her every move. The way she smooths her red university dress down at the knees. Pushing strands of hair out of her face and bites her top lip when she is nervous. It’s watching her eyelids flicker as they open and close clearing her tear ducts of any dust that has traveled inside them.
When she goes home, the dark follows and keeps an eye on her when she falls asleep. How her father picks her up and drops her off at home leaving her alone for exactly four hours a day when he attends work. The darkness knows her routine, what she eats and drinks, how lonely she is and it knows her more than she knows herself.
The next day at the same time it stands and watches. The same schedule and nine o’clock arrives in the morning, her footsteps bang against the pavement slabs. Time slows down as his eyes glide along the skin on her legs. A new bruise has formed on her knee caps where she fell down on the floor outside her home. Her bones smashed against the gravel almost shattering them. A crunch could be heard from the bush a couple of feet away and satisfaction was at a primal point when tears were shed. The pain presented on her face was extraordinary with a smirk creeping up at the obvious fact that it was enjoyable to watch. She still doesn’t know.
After all of this time, you would expect her to know that there is a predator lurking around her. Still she is oblivious to who is by her each and every second of the day. So childlike with innocence radiating off her like a light bulb when it’s switched on. So young and naive with worries about university and here we have a world full of secrets. A huge world where many problems arise and still they aren’t eliminated. You would expect the police to be on their toes, eyes wide and knowledgeable, but they still cannot remove those from the dark web. They are useless where she lives and she’s too focused on what’s infront of her to see the dangers.
Once again she climbs on board the same bus, sits in the same seat mid way up the narrow walkway, and reads the same book. A book she has read multiple times to where she could memorize it word for word. A girl of her age should know that it’s wise to change their routine. Climb on the train, take a cab or stay off for one day. It’s obvious that she’s not the same as other girls her age, sticking to what she knows. She yawns after a sleepless night and her not so perfect teeth show slightly. Eyebrows have been plucked leaving a red mark underneath them because she became too happy and decided to keep removing the hairs.
She will be alone tonight with her mother not being around anymore and she will fall asleep at nine o’clock ready for university tomorrow morning. I will be watching and taking notes. She will be carefree with the owl that sits on a branch outside her house who will twit twoo happily as the breeze drags the tree branches from left to right.
Her red coat trails behind her short five foot four frame and her coffee is boiling hot inside the cup from the coffee shop. She holds her phone in her right-hand scrolling through social media pages that she updates with breath-taking new pictures daily. Texting her friend, she places it down on the seat and reads her book. She is still oblivious to her surroundings and a very good old friend of mine exchanges a look to say that at nine o’clock tomorrow it will be the time to strike.
The time when everything will unfold and the target will be collected ready to initiate the plan. Our plan of revenge.
What could that mean?
Time will only tell