Falling For Insanity

Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

Rosie Mae's POV

"Oh my gosh! Blake!" I yelled as my giggles flooded his kitchen. "Stop it!" The egg he threw in my direction splattered on the cabinets above my head, dropping down the white wood and gold handles, all the way down onto the white granite countertop beneath it.

"I missed!" Blake defended himself, laughing at my flour covered black, long sleeved v neck.

I threw the oven mitt that laid on the table in front of me at him. He caught it easily which didn't surprise me. He threw it back at me but my failed attempt at dodging it made it hit my forehead instead.

"We have to clean this up. Im not leaving it for your maids to do." I told him, something I often did when either of us made a mess around the house. Blake always said that it shouldn't bother me, that it's what they get paid to do. He was used to living like this. I grew up in a house where you got grounded if you didn't do chores and had to pick a mess up before creating a new one.

"I know. I know. I'll go get you a shirt to change into." Blake told me, his laughter dying down as we both caught our breaths.

A smile formed on my face as he quickly kissed me before walking out of the large kitchen.

Once he was out of view, I let out a sigh and began brushing off my shirt, like it really mattered since Blake was going to get me a new one.

"You two are just adorable."

I had been doing my best to avoid any type of run in with Eric. So far I have prevailed...until now. Not that I should be so surprised, Eric did promise me I'd be seeing again and a lot more at that.

What more does he want from me? I already understood what he said he wanted, keeping quiet. What now?

I narrowed my eyes in on him, asking, "what do you want, Eric? And don't do anything crazy..." I told him, glancing in the direction Blake went. "Blake will be back any second."

"Me do something crazy?" Eric let out a breath and a soft laugh. "Never" his feet took steps deeper into the kitchen, in my direction. Every step closer he got to me made my chest feel tighter and tighter, raising my head little by little to see him as his height grew the more he neared.

"What do you want?" I repeated, my arms finding that comfortable spot across my chest.

"You're coming with me." He stated, no question anywhere.

"That is crazy." I told him through clenched teeth. "I wouldn't go anywhere with you. Especially alone! Besides..." I huffed, "Blake and I have plans."

Eric wore an amused grin at my response. I don't know what part of it was funny but alright then. "Clearly you don't take me seriously, Rosie Mae." He observed in a mocking, disappointed tone of voice, eyes barely squinted. "Which is exactly why you'll be coming with me. So make an excuse and meet me at the end of the street in half an hour."

"I'm not-"

My words were cut off when he slowly said in a hushed but stern way, "Half. An. Hour."

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Eric's POV

Her fidgeting was driving me insane. The entire car ride she was twirling her fingers around, shifting in her seat. Her anxiousness was making me anxious. I was already about to do something I really didn't want to do in front of her, she didn't have to make it worse by acting so nervous.

I guess she should get a pass considering she's alone with me, not having a clue where she's headed. She more than likely is shaking because she thinks she's being led to her death.

Not just yet, Rosie Mae.

"Relax a little, princess." I told her as we stood in front of the car on an empty gravel road, the headlights beaming on us. It was freezing out, seeing our breaths in the air between us. The wind blew her sweet vanilla scent, filling my nose in the best way.

Rosie stiffened but allowed me to step towards her, slipping the black ski mask over her head and fitting it to her face. Wavy black hair cascaded down her back from under the mask. Her blue eyes watched my movements out of curiosity and timidness.

"You can't just take over my life." She told me boldly, raising her head a little bit higher to assert a level of dominance that she will never be close to reaching, especially when it came to me.

"You're about to learn that what you just said is very untrue." I reply, pulling my own ski mask on over my head.

Right on time, as per usual, the sound of Cory's tires rolling against the gravel fills our ears, the only other sounds in the still night being ones from the town up the road. His car lights came into view, the cars speed slowing as they got closer, parking directly behind my own car.

Rosie turns her body around, facing the source of the sound. As if instinctively, she took a step back closer to me, weary of who was arriving and what that meant for her. Her cold, now pink hands found a spot in the front pocket of her black hoodie.

Then she did something I didn't expect to ever happen, not that it should.

Her eyes found mine, a look behind them in a way that waited for me to tell her what to do. It was like in that moment, she was at my command...seeking guidance from who she knows is in charge of the situation, me.

I didn't realize how gratifying just that little act would be. I knew I felt the satisfaction when Cory or anyone else was waiting for my go ahead, instruction, approval...but when Rosie did it...that was a whole different story.

I shook my head at her, inducting that everything was fine as the driver's side car door slammed shut, revealing a very determined looking Cory who immediately made his way to the back of the car where he popped the trunk.

It wasn't seconds after that the passengers side door and the back door opened in unison. Outstepped a frustrated appearing Willy and Nathan, slamming their doors equally as hard as they mutter things to each other, following Cory to the back.

"I can't believe I'm doing this s**t right now." Nathan grumbled, stepping to the side of the car to come back into me and Rosie Mae's view. "Do you know what we've been through this past week on campus?" He asked, loading up a clip into a gun, the sound echoing around all five of us. "Your customers are shit."

I chuckled, taking the gun that Cory hands me. "Don't ruin the surprise, Nathan." I told him, casting a glance in Rosie's direction. "I want to give her the full effect." I tuck away the gun in the back of my jeans as the other men did the same.

Willy rolled his eyes, reaching them. "The s**t we do for you man. At some point we are going to need you to return the favor."

"Like letting you guys stay at my apartment." I tell him with a scoff. "Or smoking you guys up all day every day. Maybe the mass amounts of liquor I buy you two alcoholics. Or the amount of food I pay for when you both have the munchies from the time you wake up to the time you go to bed?" I nod my head slowly. "You two are the children I never wanted. The permanent problems I did not ask for."

"Damn" Cory laughed, now wearing his own ski mask as Willy and Nathan began with their own.

"I don't think that what you do for us calls for what we're about to do for you." Willy states but of course remains in his place alongside Nathan, both having no plans of bailing on him despite their words.

I look up the road in the direction of Jeremy's house, the adrenaline beginning to kick in as they all got closer to the right time. "I say it does." I tell him simply before placing a hand on the small of Rosie's back, starting to guide her in the direction of the large mansion. "Let's get this over with."

Rosie's body is rigid under my touch, hesitant feet in step beside mine with the sound of Cory, Nathan, and Willy trailing behind us.

"What's about to happen?" Rosie finally spoke after being completely silent since the men's arrival. She had yet to ask that question until now. I figured she found it pointless, knowing I had no intentions of answering it. Though with the anticipation growing as we walked down the dark road, I could tell she couldn't help herself at this point.

"You're going to find out." I tell her, letting my hand fall from her back and to my side.

She paused. I could see her look up at me from the corner of my eye as she said in a soft, shaky voice, "I'm scared."

Was that a twinge of guilt I was feeling at her words? Whatever the feeling was, it was undesirable.

So I remained silent.

Once reaching Jeremy's driveway, Cory, Nathan, and Willy split off in different directions. Cory went around to the back of the house, Nathan went to the left side of the house while Willy took the right. All of which places had entrances into the home. I stayed on the same path up the driveway with Rosie, who's breaths only became more and more audible the more the distance between us and the house shrunk.

I waited, determining my pace by counting the seconds leading up to the exact minute we planned on this going down. I was lucky Rosie was keeping silent or I may have lost track.

Fifty seven.

Fifty eight.

Fifty nine.

The sound of the gunshot ringing through my ears was my cue.

I watched as the front door of the house swung open in unison of the shot, revealing an already sweaty Cory who quickly turned on his heels to enter back into the house. Everything was running smoothly so far, as it usually did. The men's timing was always immaculate.

Of course I did my research on Jeremy, studying up on his daily life, who and how many people he had around in his house. We knew the task wouldn't be as simple as just killing Jeremy. Sometimes it is that easy. But Jeremy wasn't a man that you ever found alone. Meaning my best bet was pulling this off at his house, where things and people are consistent.

We knew the staff would be the first kills; the ones in sight anyway. Anyone else wouldn't have an exit being that it is now guarded by me, Willy, and Nathan. Their deaths would come later, when the house is cleared of any witnesses. In the meantime...Cory was on his way with heavy steps to go find Jeremy, wherever he was in the house. I found this hour was typical downtown for Jeremy, sometimes reading, watching tv or indulging in a sweet snack one would call a guilty pleasure.

"What's next, Boss?" Nathan asked in a slight mocking tone from his stance at the back of the house, being seen through pillars.

"We wait." I told him, as if he didn't already know. He just always had something to say, no matter how unwarranted it was.

An unfamiliar, yet correct voice then spoke, "I can hear the breathing from upstairs. Calm your b***h down."

Cory and Jeremy approached them lazily, not a ounce of pep in Jeremy's step, more than likely already knowing and accepting his fate. Kale was very clear when telling me that Jeremy should know why this is happening. I'm sure it was no surprise at the broken entry.

Though Jeremy was right, Rosie Mae's breaths were loud and raspy. It was almost the only thing you could hear. I guess I had been ignoring it until now.

My head swivels to look at Rosie who is already peering up at me with terrified eyes. I could see the wheels turning in her head, attempting to piece together what she's gotten into this time. I could also see the question in her eyes. That dreadful question that didn't happen often. "Why?" Though hers didn't look like a "why are you doing this?" It was more or less a, "why me?"

"I told you to relax." I say to her, causing her to catch all the eyes now fixed in her direction. I could tell she wanted to buckle under the heat. Those antsy hands pulled her sleeves down over her hands, a failed attempt at hiding.

Despite my words and me being her reason of being here in the first place, Rosie reached out to grab the back of my shirt when I took a step away from her, headed in Jermey's direction.

"How cute. The scared little girl likes the murderer." Jermey laughed an annoying laugh. One that makes you want to say, "it really wasn't that f*****g funny."

That's when a more gratifying thing than before happened. One I didn't expect. The way she looked at me as a protector made me feel more powerful than ever, in a way I thought I had already reached, now knowing I definitely had not. Maybe this was the most pleasing thing had ever felt this far.

In this point in time, eyes locked and her demanding expression, almost begging me not to leave her side, made me want to keep my feet firmly planted in their place. Though with the attention now redirected from Rosie to me, the pressure of keeping up my persona was something weighty.

Instead of embarrassing Rosie more than I'm sure she already is, I gave her a look to tell her to remove her hand instead of reprimanding her in front of the other men.

She complied, hand quickly retreating from its secure hold.

"Let's just get this done, shall we?" I asked, stalling never being part of my plan and I knew that's what Jeremy was trying to do. He certainly wasn't going to steamroll me with Rosie being the excuse.

"We're all just waiting on you, boss." Willy said with a cheeky grin, checking his imaginary watch.

I left Rosie where she stood, inside the entrance of the house to go over to Jeremy. Cory took my place beside Rosie as I did so.

It didn't take me but a second for my hand to find the back of Jeremy's head. My fingers intertwined in his greasy thick hair. The man put up zero fight, outnumbered and given up from the start. He gave into my authority, allowing me to control his movements with a simple grip of my fist.

"Are you watching?" Cory asked Rosie who then looked between me and him, her shoulders stiff as boards.

"This one's for you, Love." I told her, making sure she caught the wink I casted in her direction. Her eyebrows drew together as those tear glossed eyes followed my movements to my pocket where it soon revealed a pocket knife.

The shock appeared on her face almost out of no where, the slow to catch on girl now wearing her tears down her cheeks at the revelation. I almost wanted to ask how she hadn't known this was coming by now. The poor thing was probably trying to fool herself, that just being another thing she had failed at thus far.

This wasn't my first, second...nor even my third time doing this.

So my movements were swift and quick when reaching the hand holding the knife up before sliding the blade and making a clean cut along his throat.

Jeremy's eyes were expressionless just moments ago. Now they are filled with fear as my grip loosens, allowing his weak knees to fall to the polished floor.

The blood was thick as it ran down the rest of his throat, soaking his shirt immediately after. The rich, almost dead man's floors wouldn't be painted red for long as I and the rest of us only had a little more time before more men came to clean up our mess and rid of the bodies.

It had been a long time since I'd heard that ear piercing scream from someone witnessing something like this. Recently we haven't killed anyone with anyone but us watching.

So when Rosie Mae let out the most gut wrenching scream any of us had ever heard, we all saw her fall to her knees as Jeremy just did. She heaved as if Jeremy was kin of hers. I had never seen someone fall apart as she is right now.

This should have been expected. What also wasn't expected was the way I wanted to lunge for Rosie and hold her at the sight of her dropping in tears as she attempted to catch her breath.

My hand gripped the knife I held so tight that my hand began to cramp. The other hand balled into a fist so tight, my nails dug into my palm. I had never had to restrain myself from something so hard in my entire life.

The way she needed to be held could only be done by me. This was something impossible, as much as the time called for it. That was more frustrating than ever.

As I had been thinking since deciding to do this with Rosie, this wasn't something I wanted to do. For a few different reasons. Yet I do no inclination as to how much it would effect me.

As my mind changed in the quickness of all this, I decided to eliminate Jeremy's slow, painful death with a sudden bullet through his temple.

My fist released him, the sound of his upper body hitting the floor with a thud was the only sound in the now dead silent room.

"Uh...I think the girl passed out." Cory said in an awkward tone after a long few moments of a painfully quiet room.