Terry
I don't know how long I was sleeping for when I woke
up. All I knew was that the sun was out
and it was hella bright. However, I felt
well rested. Last night was the first
night that I slept the entire night and I did not wake up once. I stuck my arm out from under the covers and
fumbled on my night stand until I found my phone to check the time. It was almost one o'clock in the
afternoon. I sat up in the bed and
rubbed the matter out of my eyes. It
then occurred to me that my day was finally here. I got up out of the bed and gathered my
toiletries and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. As I allowed the hot water to run its course
on my body, I felt at ease for the first time in months.
I returned to my room and got dressed. I checked the time and it was only five
minutes to two. I was getting
anxious. It felt like time was moving
slow. I decided to head out early and
stop and get something to eat along the way and kill time there. There was a strip that had lots of
restaurants and fast food joints not too far from Aaliyah's house. I drove until I found an Applebee's and
settled on eating there. I parked my car
and headed inside and sat at the bar. I
decided to keep my shades on as they made me feel like I was invisible. I know that it sounds crazy but they are a
layer of comfort for me. I placed my
order of burger and fries and ordered a martini to sip on. I needed to calm my nerves.
As I sipped on my drink, I looked around the restaurant and
saw the variety of couples with their children enjoying their meals and their
time together. I started to feel some
type of way because I remembered how that used to be me and Geoffrey with our
little one. I began to feel the rise of
anger as I remembered how Aaliyah took that privilege away from me. I couldn't even spend time with my son now
because of that bitch. I couldn't wait
to rip her life to shreds. It was only a
matter of time before I could complete phase one of my plan. My food finally arrived and I picked at
it. I really wasn't that hungry but I
forced myself to eat because I needed to keep up my energy. I ate as much as I could and asked for the
check. I paid the waitress in cash and
left the restaurant. I climbed into my
car and headed to Aaliyah's subdivision.
As I approached her street, I slowed down and parked far away enough so
that I wouldn't be noticed but close enough to be able to see when she left the
house.
Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long, I saw when the garage door
opened and Aaliyah drove her car out into the driveway. I noted that she drove a black C class Mercedes
Benz. Aaliyah then got out of the car
and went back inside of the house. A few
minutes later, she returned to the car, closed the garage door and began to
drive in my direction. I slid down in my
seat until I heard her car drive past
me. I slowly sat up and looked in the rear view mirror and saw her car disappear down the street. I waited ten minutes to see if she would
return just in case she forgot something.
When it appeared that she was not returning anytime soon. I removed my
duffel bag with my items out of the trunk and headed towards the house. It was still light outside but it was quiet
in the cul-de-sac as it appeared as though no one was home.
I had to move quickly and so I could take advantage of the
natural light was left before it got dark.
The more I could do without having to turn on my flashlight the
better. I approached the back of the
house and looked at the house next door just to reassure myself that no one was
home. I disabled the communications box
and went to work on the lock. To my
relief, I was able to unlock the door on the first try. Before I pushed the door open, I mentally
reviewed what I thought to be the layout of the house. The closet that I was looking for had to be
on the main floor. If I was right about
the footprint of the house, the first set of stairs was towards my left. I took a deep breath and pushed the door
open. The initial beep of the alarm
began. I raced to my left and sure
enough, the stairs were there. I ran up
the steps and the closet was exactly where I thought it was. I yanked the door open and saw a bunch of
coats and some boxes. Shit. I didn't plan on that. I pushed the coats to the side and pulled out
the boxes like a mad woman. The alarm
panel was in the box and the key was hanging from the lock. I quickly unlocked the cover and disabled the
alarm and the beeping stopped. I let out
a deep breath as apparently I was holding it. I turned around and realized that
I actually had tossed the boxes out of the closet and made a mental note to
organize them before I left.
I figured that it would be best for me to work my way from
the top level down. I headed upstairs
and noted the pictures that Aaliyah had along the walls of what appeared to be
family and friends. When I arrived at
the top level of the house I counted four bedrooms. Why Aaliyah needed that many bedrooms is
beyond me. I checked out the first three and they clearly were guest
rooms. I quickly checked the closets and
they didn't have much in them. I looked
down the hallway and saw what appeared to be the master bedroom but I couldn't
tell because the door was slightly ajar.
I headed towards the room and sure enough, it was the master
bedroom. I looked around and the room
was a well decorated oasis.
I started with the dresser and went through the drawers. I found nothing but clothes; same in her
closet. I checked the night table stands
and they were more like junk drawers for the bedroom. It was a mixture of condoms, sex toys and
random stuff; clearly nothing that could help me. I looked around the room and noticed that she
had a picture of her and her friend next to her bed. I picked up the picture frame to get a better
look at the photo. Clearly he was of importance
to her, however, his crazy ass was off limits.
I had to admit that in a way, I was scared of him. From what I saw during my interactions with
him, he was capable of many things.
I put the picture frame back on top of the night stand and
as I walked out of the bedroom, I noticed a trap door in the ceiling. I pulled on the handle and as the door
opened, I noticed a ladder was nestled at the top. I pulled the ladder down and slowly climbed
up the steps. When I got to the top of
the ladder, I realized that there was an attic.
The space was not that large, but big enough to move around in as it was
empty. All I saw were remnants of
insulation scattered about and it was obvious that no one ever went up there. I made a mental note of the space and then
retreated downstairs where I came across a room that appeared to be Aaliyah's office. I walked over to the desk and flipped open
her laptop and turned it on. While it
was booting up, I began to go through some papers on her desk. I found nothing but bills, credit card
statements, that sort of stuff. I opened
the file cabinet and saw that she had variety of files that apparently were her
clients. As I went through the files, I
noted that she had some pretty high profile clients. It would be a shame if something was to
happen and she was to lose them all.
I sat down at the desk and began going through files on her
computer. I came across her client list
that had names, addresses, email, phone numbers, enough information for me to
start forming a plan in my mind. I
opened up the web browser and logged into my email and sent a copy of the file
to myself. I opened up her calendar and
saw that she had several appointments the following week. I printed
a copy of her schedule and placed it in my pocket. From what I could tell, Aaliyah's life was
her work. No inkling of a boyfriend or
girlfriend for that matter. She clearly
did not have any children either. So the
best way to get at her was through her work.
I wanted to hurt her in her pockets since it seemed that was the driving
force in her life. As I shut down the
laptop, I noticed that it was getting dark outside. I went looking for my duffel bag and headed
back upstairs to the attic. I climbed up
the ladder and decided that I would need to set up shop since it was obvious
that Aaliyah never utilized the space. I
removed several items from the bag and placed them in the corner and covered
them with some insulation. With the plan
that I had in mind, I would need to come back to the house.
I headed back downstairs towards the back door to look at
the alarm panel. I used my black light
to see that the alarm code was only four digits. I pulled out my cell phone and quickly created
a list of twenty-four possible alarm codes.
I had to be able to turn the alarm back on so that Aaliyah would not
suspect anything. I returned to the
closet upstairs and re-engaged the alarm box and locked it. I carefully placed the boxes back in the
closet and pushed the coats back to the center.
I returned to the back door and on the third try, the alarm was
engaged and I made a note of the the alarm code. I picked up my bag and locked
the door and headed back to the car.
Once inside, I quietly sat and began to wonder where to begin. I took the copy of Aaliyah's schedule out of
my pocket and noticed that she had a daily appointment marked "Grammy". I noted the address and searched for it on my
phone. It appeared to be a medical
facility. I went to the website and it
was an assisted living facility for elderly people.
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