things like that. I was a robot who had one thing on his mind, waiting for the kill shot.
Taking my place again, I had her in my sights. Her hair was soft brown, brushing over her shoulders. I could hardly believe the girl was only almost eighteen. She's a woman, a gorgeous woman like nothing I had ever seen. I shut my eyes tight to get the thoughts that were racing through my head out of my mind. Opening them again, she was staring out the window. It's like she could sense me there, even though I knew there was no way she could see me. Looking through my scope, I felt as if she was staring right into my eyes.
Her eyes were sad, but beautiful. I had the perfect kill shot. One tiny squeeze of my index finger, the girl would be dead and would have never felt a thing. My job would be done. I could leave this state before the heat on me with the judge got too bad.
She ran her hands through her hair still staring out the window directly at me, telling me she saw me and that she didn't want to die. She was telling me to come to her, to be with her. Then she was gone from the window and out of my sights. Soon after, the lights turned off.
Jumping out of the tree, I hunched down staring at the house so confused about what had just happened. Why didn't I take the shot? It had never been such a perfect shot, ever.
Needless to say, that is how it was the next two nights I tried to kill Lilly Sumnor. It wasn't long before her fucking bitch of a mother was on my ass. I also knew that I was never going to kill Lilly ever, that the only thing I was going to do was make her mine and take care of anyone that got in my way.
Chapter 5
I sit on the edge of the bed with Luke on one side and Emma on the other as I try to explain the face of the man. After my explanation, as best as I can remember and with a little coaxing from the tall, skinny police officer holding the pad and pencil, he turns the paper around to show me his sketch.
"That's him." I tremble seeing the picture. I can't believe by the few words I used to explain him that he was able to capture him so well.
Jacob grabs the picture from the officer and rushes out of the room.
"Now what?" I ask the officer as he gets up to leave the room also.
"We'll put out an APB and his picture will be in every police station in the state and all surrounding states. We'll get him, Miss Sumnor," he reassures me with a nod and exits the room.
Emma helps me lay back in bed, the pain from my broken ribs stabbing as I move. The door opens again, and in a wheel chair looking frail and tired Lucy rolls in with Jacob pushing her toward the bed. She looks as if she has lost weight and looks very tired. I don't know how I am ever going to repay her for what she has gone through for me.
"Lucy," I say, beaming at her and trying to get up again so I can give her a well-deserved hug. Both Luke and Emma hold me down not wanting me to get up again. Hot tears start rolling down my cheeks when I look in her eyes. "I'm so sorry." I sob seeing the worry in her eyes.
"She had to come see you with her own eyes," Jacob says lovingly as he rubs her shoulders.
"Thank you, Lucy," I say between sobs, "I'm so sorry you had to go through this."
"I'm sorry it took so long to find you, I tried so hard to wake up. I heard everything for so long, but couldn't wake up." Her tears are rolling faster and harder. Jacob kneels in front of her reassuring her that it is okay. I can hear the love in his voice as he