The Bully's Obsession novel Chapter 33

　　Hayden 

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　　I was so furious... 

　　No,  furious couldn't in any describe the way I currently feel.  

　　My blood was drumming hard in my veins,  the only thought in my mind was how to kill a certain someone.... 

　　I already fucking told Brittany to stay away from Gracie,  I told her what would happen if I ever saw her again, and I was damn serious about it,  was she really that stupid to think my words bluff?

　　I knew there was something wrong the moment I stepped into her house.

　　Her house was a mess.. 

　　And it was way too quiet,   I made my way upstairs stealthily. 

　　 I saw an unmoving figure laying on the bed,  I cautiously made my way over. 

　　It was Brittany,  she was almost unrecognizable. 

　　She lay naked in a sticky pool of her own blood , I grimaced at the sight, who could have done this? 

　　Her eyes were still wide opened and horror filled, the sick fuck must have killed her and had sex with her dead body repeatedly 

　　I grimaced at the thought, even for someone like her ,she didn't deserve this. 

　　I sure as fuck wasn't normal but this was down right sick.. ..what sort of offense could she have committed ,against whom for her to be killed in such a brutal way?

　　It wasn't a fresh kill,  looks like she's been dead for a couple of days already. 

　　She was so addicted to drugs and had to moved out of her parents house last month because they couldn't stand it. 

　　She is popular has so many friends both in school and outside ,  I wonder why no one has checked up on her until now? 

　　From the corner of my eyes I saw her gathered belongings , she'd already packed up... probably about to leave when her murderer came inside .

　　It could only mean that she'd sent those initial messages, but not the last one... 

　　It had been sent by somebody else... 

　　Until I don't find out I won't be at ease,  the thought of the bastard laying his god damned hand on what's mine suddenly filled me with reknown rage .

　　He won't be getting anywhere near her,  even if it means locking her up in a room with me for as long as required .

　　And when I finally find him,  he would die a very slow agonizing death for sure. 

　　The thought of that alone made the corners of my lips curved. 

　　My cellphone rang, breaking through my trail of thoughts.

　　"Hello dad "

　　After the call ended, I stormed out of the house and made a quick call to 911.

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　　"Where did you go?" Sebastian inquired as soon as I walked inside... 

　　I spared him a quick glance where he plunged on the sofa 

　　"I had important stuff I needed to take care of " I replied nonchalantly ignoring  his  scrutinizing gaze. 

　　" Important stuff like rushing out like a savior to protect your little.....and calling the cops for some dead corpse? "

　　I was on him the next instant before he could complete his sentence. 

　　"Stop fucking following me! " I growled out in pure irritation

　　He seemed too amused by my angry burst , and that too fueled up my anger,  I let go of my grip on his shirt and took a retreating step back, but not before shooting him one last glare. 

　　"since you knew already why did you fucking ask?" I mumbled out walking to the fridge to grab a can of beer 

　　" it's always fun getting a reaction out of you "

　　I decided to ignore his last statement 

　　" Where is she? "

　　"locked up in your room I guess " he replied with a light shrug, a small secret smile playing on his lips. 

　　My eyes narrowed to slits at that, as far as I know him he never smiles,  except during when he tortures his victims....when they cry out seeking for mercy.  .....or death... 

　　"What's with that expression what did you fucking do to her? "

　　"What expression? " he repeated tonelessly with a bored expression 

　　"Did you scare her off or something? "