1 Chapter One

Drunk... I've heard that word at least eight times today and each time it was a different person. The first one was my friend from work, who made me go out drinking with her, before she went to hook up with a guy she met at the bar. She told me "Serena, you should go home, you're way too drunk."

The next time it was the bartender, who refused to serve me drinks. Who was he to tell me no?! I'm the one paying for his sorry ass. Then it was the man beside me. He made me promise to go home if he bought me a last one. Sike bitch.

After that, I maybe got too drunk to remember the rest. I'm pretty sure I've had at least a few more shots, everything's just a bit blurry now. The faces of people and my vision included. I knew I was dancing inside the club. The smell of sweat and cheap perfume clung to every inch of the room.

My phone buzzed in my purse. I stumbled out of the crowd to have some space. I hoped it was Kenna, I think I had enough for tonight. She's been gone, busy hooking up for ages now. I unlocked my phone.

Derrick - unread messages (9)

Derrick - missed calls (19)

Eww.. The cheating freak. I struggled to remember what I told him before my first shot, but I'm pretty sure I made it clear I was out for tonight and told him to enjoy fucking his boss again.

I read what he sent me:

-Where are you?? I'll pick you up we need to talk..

-Babe please answer..

-Rena I can explain..

-It's 3am baby...

-WHERE ARE YOU?!

-You can't just leave me..

-Bitch...

-ANWSER

-Look baby I'm so sorry just please hear me out...

You wish. I'm done with him. He promised me before it was the last time. Then today someone mailed me picture of him at his bosses office when I was at work. I broke down right then and there, my manager told me to leave early and soon Kenna was out calling me to cheer me up. Would've been nicer if she didn't ditch me the moment a guy was hitting on her.

Standing in the bar, struggling to stay still in my heels with my drunk self surrounded by so many people and I've never felt so alone. Not since I moved out. The music was blaring loud, but all I could hear was a low pitch noise. I think I may have had enough drinks for tonight. Screw it.

I hobbled through the thick crowd, trying to avoid those creepy ass grabbers and puke covered drunks. I made my way past the body guard, who was half asleep anyway. Great job dude. A thought ran through my mind. What if I got with a guy to get back at Derrick. That'd make him pay.

I made my way past empty parking lot. The lights were dim and I could hear a dog barking in the distance. It was cooler than in the bar but the air was stiff and warm. My heels clicked on the pavement. I am so going to flop into bed- "Fuck!" And I flopped. Not into bed, but the ground, smacking into the concrete so hard that I'm sure my ass made a stamp on it. Do I get some copy rights on it now?

A dark hooded figure made it's way toward me. He wore grey jeans that were a little tight and a black leather jacket. His eyes were a shade of green, but it was hard to tell in the dark, but his hair was definitely set into dark brown locks. This man bent down onto his knees and looked straight at me. "I'll be surprised if you can walk after that fall. Looked like you broke a few bones." Is that like Are-You-Ok but in bad boy language?

" You're a bit pale for my taste but you're jawline makes up for it. But no I'm not ok if that's what you're asking. I think my ass is purple and blue." I slurred with a giggle.

He signed and looked around. "You need a lift then?" Saying it in a tone as if he was hoping I'd say no.

"Yeah, my friend ditched me. Unless you're gonna murder or kidnap me. In that case I'll pass the offer."

He raised an eyebrow. "No, I'd prefer you to be sober for that. It's always more fun and interesting that way."

"Okay. Now where is your car? I'm so tired I can't wait to be home. Also what's your name?" Hold on, did he say he was a kidnapper? Technically?? Or did I hear that wrong. I definitely was still drunk.

"Just call me..Lou." The man said and unlocked his car. It beeped just a few cars away from me.

"Perfect, free lift from hottie." I mumbled under my breath, I'm not sure if he heard it thought. If he did, he didn't show it. He helped me into his black jeep and got in beside me.

"Where to?"

"Apartment 7, Jade Park." I said and Louis nodded. My eyes began feeling heavy and I could feel myself passing out. I tried to stay awake but eventually I gave up. As darkness swallowed me I heard him.

"You might be an exception. You'll see me again..I'll make sure of it."

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Thud thud thud...

Blood splattered onto his face and clothes. Ugh, how he hated making a mess. So much effort to clean it up after. This was the third time this week. Why couldn't he focus and do his job properly?! It was incredibly easy to get caught and at this rate the police were going to catch on, and this client payed the most.

It was her, the memory from last night was distracting him. The girl with the black hair. Serena, was it? He still wasn't sure what made him like her so much. He drove her home and made sure she was tucked into bed safe. It seemed so cliché..too boring for him to like her just for her looks. It couldn't be that. She wasn't that perfect anyway. A drunk heartbroken slob at a bar. Yes her skin was smooth and the freckles added the just right amount of detail, even in her drunk state she seemed appealing. But not like his victims.

Maybe it was the vulnerability? No, all of them have that when he gets to them. As insane as he probably already was, this made him reach past that. He threw the knife into his bag and took off his gloves. The fireplace was already on, burning the body and any evidence left behind.

The man checked his watch. Damn. He was going to be late to work at this rate. Not this job or another person for his clients, he meant his cover up job. He couldn't be late. That'd mess up his alibi. Both bosses would be upset. One would have more paperwork to cover up for him and the other would be upset about him being unreliable. He put on his white doctors coat and him name tag reading Dr. Louis Peck. He already told Serena too much.

"Just call me..Lou." He said.

That sounded so much like his fake name. Extremely easy to track down. If she heard his call from his real boss that night, he could be in serious trouble and so could she. Louis knew he had to tell. If he found out himself or from the police, it will be even worse. He signed and threw the bag into the fire too, followed by the bloodied rag. He'll bleach the floor later, there wasn't time for this.

He walked out to his car and got in. He realised another mistake that he made. She saw the car. License plate and brand. Poor dumb girl. She didn't know just how much trouble she got herself into. Louis took out his phone.

"Hey Mike.. I might have messed up..-"