Obsessed *Editing*

She got away, but she wasn't safe. He would come back for her. No one ever got away from him


4. 3



I heard the bell on the door ring again, and I looked up hoping to see him walking through the door, but it was just Mrs. Damon and her group of friends. He had only shown up one other time this week and I was kind of disappointed. I waited for Mrs. Damon and her friends to be seated before I made them their coffees. They came to the cade so often that I knew their orders and they didn't even have to come up to the counter. I finished making their coffees and took them over to them.

"I have a friend down at the station and I heard from him that the copycat guy attacked a poor girl about two blocks over just last week. And here's the shock, she got away." I overheard Cassandra chatting and inhaled a sharp breath, causing them all to look at me.

"Did you hear about that Brigh?" For a moment I couldn't even form proper thoughts.

"No, I was just so shocked to hear it happened so close." I lied as I sat down all of their drinks.

"Yeah I know, it's shocking innit? That could have very well been you, Brigh." Mrs. Damon said shaking her head. I almost laughed at the irony of the situation but I just nodded instead. "Say, how's you get that cut there."

"My cat." She gave me a strange look but dropped it."

"Okay well ladies, let me know if you need anything?" I smiled at them and walked off. My heart was pounding practically out of my chest. If people find out it was me, everyone will start asking questions and draw attention to me.


It was a couple hours later, and I was starting to lose hope that handsome mystery man would show up at all to day. Still I found my head snapping up every time the bell on the door rang, only to be disappointed. The bell rang for the hundredth time today and my eyes quickly darted to the door. I nearly lost my breath to see the attractive stranger strolling through the door. I quickly looked back at the coffee machine I was working on. Kate walked up to the register to take his order and I tried to act like I was creepily excited to see him standing there.

Kate finished making his coffee and he had already taken a seat in his regular booth. She was about to go take it over to him before I, a little too eagerly, offered to take it to him. She didn't question it, as it saved her from having to walk all the way over to him. As I was walking over to him, he looked up and saw me. He offered me a kind smile, to which I returned. I sat the coffee down and lingered probably a little too long before going back to the counter.

"You totally have a crush on the guy." My cheeks heated up at Kate's accusation.

"What? No, I don't have a crush on anyone, what are we five?" I tried to pretend that my face wasn't the color of a tomato.

"You stood there for like ten minutes after you gave him his coffee and just stared at him." Somehow my face got redder than before.

"It was not ten minutes, and I was not staring."

"Hey, I don't blame you the guys totally gorgeous." I just shook my head. "So, what's his name?"

"Well, I don't exactly know." I said and we both laughed.

"You're over here practically undressing the guy with your eyes and you don't even know his name?" She laughed shaking her head.

"Oh my God, I was not."

"You should go talk to him on your break, he should still be here by then."

"Are you crazy I can't just go over there and talk to him, that's weird." I shook my head.

"Sure you can. Just do it." I looked over to where he was sat. He was writing away in that leather journal of his.

"I swear to god if this blows up in my face I'm blaming you."

"Yessss," she said as if she had won a prize.

"You're crazy." I said as I made coffee for myself.


My break rolled around and Kate just gave me a look. I knew the look meant 'go talk to him now or I'm going to hurt you', so I nervously walked over to the booth he was sat it. He was still writing intently in his journal, and he barely noticed that I had sat down. When he did, he just looked up at me and smiled.

"Hi, I know this is probably really weird." I laughed nervously.

"Uh, yeah just a little, but that's okay. My name is Harry." I chanted victoriously to myself. So his name was Harry.

"Hi Harry, my name is Brigh." I relaxed just a little.

"Brigh? Huh, I've never heard that name before."

"It's short for something." I had never liked my name so I just never told anyone what it was. I had gone by Brigh ever since I was ten.

"And what is that?" He asked setting his pen down and closing his journal.

"That is for me to know and for you to never find out, hopefully." He just laughed and shook his head.

"So what brings you over here today, Brigh." He placed his head on closed fist and leaned forward.

"I don't know, I've just never seen you around before. Guess I was just curious." I shrugged and played with the table mat in front of me. He sat back and smiled at me again.

"I just moved here a couple weeks ago, found this place completely by accident."

"Are you a writer?" I asked gesturing to his journal.

"I guess you could say that." He chuckled lightly.

"Published anything?"

"Uh, no definitely not." He laughed.

"You don't let anyone read your writing, do you?"

"Absolutely not." We both laughed.

"So, how you get that." He asked motioning to my throat. The wound was mostly healed by then so I didn't have to wear bandages anymore.

I looked down at my hands. "Oh, it's a boring story, you wouldn't be interested."

"Sure I would." He leaned forward again.

"I don't know, its not interesting, really."

"Try me." He smiled again, making me smile. And for some reason I felt like I could trust him with any and all of my secrets.

"Uh, it happened like a week ago. I was walking home alone late at night, and I stupidly decided to walk down an alley, and I, uh, was attacked."

"Geez, are you okay?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"Other than this," I motioned to the almost scar. "and a few nightmares, yes."

"That's a terrifying thing to go through, I'm sorry." He shook his head.

"Eh, I'm alive, so I guess I'll be okay." I laughed.

"Did you see who did it?"

"Unfortunately no."

"That's too bad."

We continued talking until the end of my break. Talking to him became easier, and I found myself telling him things I've never told anyone before. "Well, it's been nice chatting with you Harry, but I must get back to work."

"Yeah, it was nice chatting with you too, maybe we could do this again sometime." He offered.

"That sounds like a good idea."

I said a goodbye to him and walked back to Kate who had been watching the entire time. Without even looking at her I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the stock room.

"Um, holy shit he's perfect." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"So it went well I'm taking." She laughed.

"He's so easy to talk to."

I proceeded to go on and on about how perfect he was until we eventually got yelled at by Matt for being in the stock room and not out in the front.


I waited for Kate to finish cleaning a table so she could give me a ride home. She had been shifting her schedule around so she could give me rides to and from work. She finished and we headed to my flat. I felt the instinctive pull to look as we past the alley. Scenes from that night played in my head like a movie.

"Hey, you okay?" Kate asked.

"Uh, oh, yeah I'm fine, just thinking."

"About Harry?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh my god, I hate you."

We pulled up to my flat building and I quickly ran inside. Once I got inside I locked my door and made sure everything else was still locked. I had instinctively been checking every room and closet when I got home since that night.


I had just sat down to eat dinner when the phone rang. I sighed and got up to grab my phone from where it was charging on the kitchen counter. The caller ID said 'unknown' but I answered it anyway.


"Is this Brigh Nixon."

"Yes this is she."

"This is detective Greene, we have some information regarding your case that I think you'd like to take a look at. We prefer you come in as soon as possible."

"Oh wow, okay. I can probably be there in thirty minutes."

"Great, see you then."

He hung up and I was left completely dumbfounded. My first thought was that they found the man who was responsible, but I knew that would be all over the news if it were true. So as I called Kate, I thought of every possible development they could have made in the case. Kate answered, clearly eating dinner as well.

"Hello," Kate answered; her mouth full of food.

"Hey sorry to bother you, but are you busy?" I asked in a small voice.

"I'm just eating dinner what's up?"

"Well, I just got a call from the police station and I need to be there as soon as possible and I was wondering if you could give me a ride."

She sighed dramatically, "I guesssss, I'll be over in ten minutes." I thanked her and hung up the phone. She was at my flat in exactly ten minutes. I made sure Butter had food and water and I double checked all the locks on the windows. I quickly ran down to Kate's car.

Kate and I drove in silence to the police station. She could tell I was nervous so she refrained from making jokes, which is a big thing for Kate. We pulled up to the police station around twenty minutes later. It took me a few seconds to make myself get out of the car.

We walked into the station and everything seemed more calm than I expected. I walked up to the front desk and asked for Detective Greene. It took about fifteen minutes before we were called back to his office. I felt like a child who just got in trouble at school and is waiting to speak with the principal. Detective Greene was an older man, maybe late fifties, with grey balding hair. He was just taller than me and very round.

"Miss Nixon," he said looking at me with a sort of sympathetic look in his eyes, "we have to inform you that at seven this evening we received a disturbing letter from the copycat killer, who we have believed to be you attacker. But after receiving the letter we have confirmation that he is in fact your attacker." I felt my heart flutter in my chest. I didn't know what to say.

"Can I... can I see this letter." I flashbacked to the letters I saw online while doing research on the killer; the letters were all written in blood. Greene pulled a clear plastic bag out of a large yellow envelope. My breath caught in my throat as he slid the blood stained letter across the table to me. And even though the letter was in a clear plastic bag I refused to touch it. So I read in while it laid on the table.

Dear sweet Brigh, My heart practically stopped as I read my name. I wasn't just some random victim who just happened to have the same colored hair as the other victims. He didn't just think I looked like those other girls. He knew who I was and he was personally targeting me. You think you've gotten away from me, but no one gets away from me. And the best part of this all, is that no one knows who I am. I walk down the street and hear all these people stating their theories, I get quite a kick at the fact they don't know they're standing right next to me. Everyone thinks they're so clever. And just know Brigh, I won't stop until your gone. Boss won't allow you to just escape like that. I may not come tomorrow. I may not come for a long time, but just know I'm coming for you.


        The Ripper

Seeing 'The Ripper' made my blood run cold. My eyes filled with tears and my hand covered my mouth to quiet the sobs. This man has probably been watching me for a long time. While I'm working in that small cafe he's probably in there, just watching. I pushed the note away from me and shook my head, in denial that any of this was actually happening. Kate slid the note towards her. I watched as her face changed as she read the note. Instead of crying, she got angry.

"What the actual fuck. How can he just sit out there and write these notes and send them to the fucking police and still not get caught. This is bullshit." She angrily pushed the note away from her. I sat in the chair next to her completely numb. Kate was right, this asshole gets to go about living his life now while I have to constantly live in fear. Then it hit me, the note said 'boss', meaning that there were two people working together. Two people who wanted nothing but my death. This caused even more tears to come flowing from my eyes. Officer Greene took the note off the desk and placed it back in the envelope.

"Now, we've already run this for prints, and as you can unfortunately guess, we found nothing."

"Well that's just great." Kate said, angrily sitting back in her chair.

"There are a few options we have. One, you can move in with Kate here, so you're not living alone. And we can have a patrol car constantly posted outside her flat 24/7. Or, we can put you into witness protection, give you new identities, send you to a new place where he cannot find you. And while I would prefer the latter, it is entirely up to you at this point in the investigation."

Right now the last thing I want is to have to uproot my life and start somewhere new with a new identity. What I need right now is to remain as normal as possible. "Uh, Kate if it's not too much trouble I would prefer to move in with you, at this point I'm not ready to move to a completely new place." I looked at her with hopeful eyes. She nodded and turned to Greene.

"That's perfectly okay with me. And I've been looking for a roommate for a while now anyway. Why not have someone I trust?"

"Okay but if he sends anymore letters or becomes violent in any other way, we'll be forced to put you into witness protection." I just nodded.

It took about an hour to get everything else figured out at the station. There would be two officers, officer Bolton and officer Fuentes, who would be on twelve hour shifts watching in front of Kate's flat. I felt a little safer already knowing that I wouldn't have to be alone anymore.



-Tessa x

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