Chapter 4
Bzzz. I woke up by my alarm on my phone. “Ugh” I sighted and stretched my arm out, grabbing my phone and turned off the alarm. I laid my head down on the pillow again. After some minutes I raised my head again, rubbing my eyes.
I out of the bed and stretched my body. I went over to the mirror in the bathroom, looking at myself. I remembered what had happen last night, it wasn’t a dream as I assumed first. I had gone to bed without changing clothes or taking my make up off, and now it was all smeared out on my face.
I sighted again and went over to the shower, turned it on and started to undress myself. I went into the shower and let the warm water rain onto my pale skin. It was so refreshing. After 25 minutes I was out of the shower, fully dressed and in my kitchen, filling William’s bowl with food.
I had named the cat William even though it was a girl. Bad habit? Might have been. I went over to the fridge and got myself some food. I hadn’t eaten since 6pm yesterday. I looked up at the clock on the wall. It showed 9.25 exactly.
I had already decided to go to the cafe and work today, even though what happened last night. I needed the money anyway. Everyone think you get a lot of money for killing other people, but really, you don’t. Well, I don’t. The money I get I use on updates on guns and weapons I use.
The “secret” basement in my house, a hidden door behind a bookshelf in the small living room, down a stair, was the place I kept all my knifes, guns and other weapons. I swear to God, even the cat didn’t know about the secret basement.
20 minutes later I was on my way out to my car. I unlocked it and got inside. I checked if my guns still were under the passenger seat, and they were, along with the flashlight. I started the engine and drove out of the gate and into the heart of London.
I’d been at the cafe for about 3 hours when something I really didn’t want to happen, happened. Three boys came into the cafe. Boys might be the wrong word; they were young adults, about same age as me I’d guess.
They were only three today; Matt, Zacky and Johnny. I was glad Gates weren’t here. I did what I was supposed to do, even though I didn’t want to. I walked over to them, slowly. “Do you want to order anything?” I asked in a kinda negative tone.
“Naah, we’ll wait for the others” Matt said, and I froze. “Oh, um, ok” I mumbled and walked away, leaving them with weird face expressions. I walked into the small green room, sitting on the sofa.
I convinced myself that Gates probably wouldn’t recognize me since I were wearing glasses, had my hair tied up in the back and from the fact that he had only seen me max 10 seconds.
After some minutes I walked back into the cafe. I sat down at a table and grabbed a newspaper. “Tell me what happened to Brian again” Johnny asked Matt. I could hear their conversation all the way over here.
“Well, Jimmy called me and told me he had to drive over to Gates and obviously Brian had locked himself inside the bathroom. AGAIN” I couldn’t help but let out a silent giggle even though I knew what’d really happened.
“How the fuck does he manage to lock himself inside the bathroom anyway?” Johnny asked, well, not directly asked anyone, but more himself, “last time he was too drunk to find the door, but this time; we didn’t drink last night, any of us?” I saw Matt nodding slowly, tapping his fingers against the tabletop.
“Well.. It is Brian we’re talking about” Matt eventually said, and stopped tapping his fingers against the table. I just reacted. Matt had used both “Gates” and “Brian” in the same sentence.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. That was it, I had gone to the right house, it WAS the same person. FUCK.
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