Chapter 23: Chapter 23

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Where is she?

From the distance of the breakwater he looked down towards the bike path; a simple concrete trail that wound its way through the sand from pier to pier. The small section he occupied saw no activity. A desolate parking lot and a series of small city owned buildings bordered the beach. The lack of people was why he chose it. The solitude it offered. 

Distracted by the large set rolling in he turned back to the water. The surf surged with new vigor; a forceful reminder of the heavy storm that pounded the shoreline the day before. The spray from the waves as they crashed into the jagged rocks were higher than the man standing on the jetty pretending to care that he had a fishing line cast into the swirling water. He usually felt kindred to the violent nature of the sea, but that day it only seemed to fuel his unease.

He chewed on his nail and his leg shook in anticipation. He glanced at his watch, just as he had only moments before. She was late. It wasn’t like her. He began to worry. What if something happened to her? Maybe she’d chosen a different path? No, he saw the direction she started out and she was headed his way. He continued to try and be rational, but it didn’t help the cycle of overthinking. It always led him down a path of anxiety and insecurity.

One more minute was all he promised himself then he’d go looking for her. Impatience won out and he snatched up the bucket before stepping off the rocks. As he jogged across the compact sand his eyes searched past the buildings that blocked his view of the path. He made it to the edge where the wall of unused showers and low-lying spigots stood. He set the empty bucket down and was about to meet the path on the other side when a sharp bark had him backtracking. He turned away and pulled his hat lower to cover his eyes more. He slunk along the cracked tile before he knelt next to the closest spout to pretend to clean fish, but froze when he heard the rhythmic cadence of her shoes hitting the ground. When she didn’t stop and the sound of her pounding feet grew more distant he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Slowly he turned and caught the back of her keeping pace with her faithful companion. Even dressed down in casual workout clothes of jogging shorts and a fitted cotton shirt she still held a natural beauty. 

The rich morning sun highlighted the red of her darker auburn hair. It had once been longer layers. Now the longest of the jagged strands swept across her brow and fell just below her defined jawline and kissed her neck. It held a more dramatic effect, but complimented her angular contour and high cheekbones. At that moment she wore sunglasses, but it didn’t take his imagination to see her rich green eyes behind the shaded glass. They were her tell; windows to her true emotions. They were a contradiction to her controlled facial expression and body language.

Sweat began to bead along his hairline as his excitement rose. The warmth contrasted with the cool breeze that was lifted off the ocean. With it goose bumps explode all over his body. He shook his head at his doubt that she wouldn’t show. Though now he stood in debate of his next move. She would head out another mile just before the pier and turn around. He could take her, the dog being his only obstacle. The dog had always been a problem. Angry scars encircling his arm and leg were a clear reminder of their last encounter. He had to wait, let the game play out, but his fantasies were becoming stronger and harder to keep the desire to act on them under control. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on before he broke just so he could stand over his prize as he had before. This time would be different. He was determined to savor every moment.

He continued to watch her grow more distant. When she was out of sight he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He couldn’t help the images as they began to come to the forefront of his mind. It had played like a movie in his head for so long that the pictures were so vivid; he could almost feel the blade in his hand and her body below him. He could see the knife dance across her ivory skin and her eyes reflect in the mirrored metal. He wanted to taste the fear that would dance in them.

He’d maintain the slightest pressure as the blade would glide down to her ruby lips. He licked his lips in satisfaction as he imagined her shaky breath fog up the steel. He’d continue to caress the knife’s edge gently down her neck. He knew she would watch carefully with her eyes but her body still, every muscle frozen in trepidation. Her fight halted the moment his blade was revealed above her. He wouldn’t look back to her eyes, he would want to enjoy the sharp point trace her every curve. He’d had plenty of time to watch the array of terror that would cascade through her when he really started.

He’d pause again to take in her heaving chest, and watch it move rhythmically with its every rise and fall. Once he matched his breath with hers he’d place the pointed tip at the collar of her shirt and with a swift upward motion the gleaming wedge would cut through the fabric with ease. He could almost feel the thin material as it parted and fall away revealing his previous mastery.

This vision was a spark that ignited within him and his blood began to run hotter. His imagination exaggerated his memory but didn’t change how beautiful he felt his creation was. He couldn’t help but criticize some sloppy moves, but since then he had plenty of time to practice and perfect what it was that he wanted to do.

His body shivered with the desire to really trace the long since healed scars. They were marks he created, depths he chose, and precise position to ensure that he had complete control of the life he held. He reveled in the pain and torment each slice had created, but he was never able to reach the ultimate climax of watching life leave her.

His thought lingered on how he would proceed when another bark and the familiar footfalls jerked him back to reality. He looked up and froze, a cool rush enveloping him. There she was. He was too close, too visible. She was looking at him. He was exposed. His body twitched to make his move before she figured out who he was. He dropped his head quickly and moved back to the bucket where he pretended to occupy himself. Nothing happened. She hadn’t recognized him. Relief flooded him, but it was brief. He stormed back across the sand and berated himself for his stupidity. His lust to finish what he started was taking over his rational thinking. He couldn’t get sloppy. He had to stick to the plan; the reward would be sweeter. He spun in time to see her silhouette curve around the building and out of sight. 

“Katelynn,” he whispered, a promise to himself. 

 

 


Submitted: October 21, 2020

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