The only thing that upset me was the death of my beautiful mother. I walked closer to where my father lay dead and spit on his lifeless body.
"Good riddance, you vile piece of shit!"
I looked at the mess in front of me, pulled out my cell phone, and dialed my uncle on my mother's side. I needed his help to clean up the crime scene and leave the country with my brothers.
Chapter 1
13 Years later
Kitlyn
The last three months' drama frayed my nerves. Even though my mystery stalker has backed off these past few weeks, I'm still not feeling warm and fuzzy. I don't think he's done with me.
I feel jumpy and out of sorts today. For some reason, I feel full of doom and gloom. Thoughts like that send me over the edge. I called my best friend Becca. I needed someone to talk to before I went crazy. After three rings, she finally answered.
"Hey, Kit…how are things going with the case? Do the police have any leads?"
Caller ID was a great invention. I don't know how older generations lived without it. I love knowing who's on the other end, so I can decide whether or not I want to talk to the person. A knot formed in my throat, and my heart is fluttering. My body is superjittery. I need to get some shit off my chest. I took a deep breath, exhaling into the phone.
"I don't know, Becca; they don't know who this nut job is. I am nervous about this guy, but I am not willing to uproot my whole life because of some creep who likes to beat the shit out of any man who shows an interest in me."
My bestie laughed. "You meanallthe men that are interested in you, Ms. Kitlyn Menard? You're a hottie, and you know it."
I sighed, feeling a slight blush warm my cheeks. "Oh, come on, Beck, that isn't true."
My friend cackled again."I beg to differ. No matter where the hell we go, they all flock around you. It's like you have some sort of power over the opposite sex."
I shrugged even though my friend couldn't see me. "I think you're crazy, Becca. It isn’t like you’re chopped liver yourself. Many guys are attracted to your red hair and blue eyes, and your freckles are adorable, so spare me.”
Becca snorted on the other end.
“Maybe, Kit, but men fawn all over you, and you know it.”
I inhaled deeply. I didn’t take compliments very well.
It made me feel uncomfortable.
“Thanks for the analogy of my sex appeal, but let's get back on track. Every guy I have come in contact with has gotten the shit kicked out of them by some psychopath who has been harassing me."
I huffed, feeling frustrated.
“How about Brian? The stalker knocked him out in the parking lot of the restaurant we visited. The creep must have been watching us because Brian andI had fought, and he left before me. When I walked to the car, he was out cold on the concrete. I’m not saying he didn’t deserve to get punched in the face because he was an asshole, but it was still unnerving. And what about Gary?"
I had to take another breath because I was getting angrier the more I talked about it.
" He sustained a concussion a month before when we were at the club. He yelled and pushed me into the table. When Gary left, he was assaulted in the parking lot and ended up in the hospital. It's terrifying to know that someone is watching my every move."
Becca's voice took on a serious tone.
"Well, those two idiots were losers. They deserved what they got. Moron one and two."
I agreed with her, but that still didn't make it right.
I droned on and on in my best friend’s ear.
"I changed my cell number three times, Beck, and he always gets his hands on them. It's annoying to call all my contacts to update them with the new one every time I change it. I have filed multiple police reports since this nightmare began. They can't help me. I am at a dead end. There seems to be no more options. I'm not sure what to do at this point."
Becca took a deep breath.
