CHAPTER THREE
"Take my card. In case he hurts you, give me a call."
Ragal stretched out his hand, holding a white business card with his number written on it. I hesitated for a moment, doubtful that he genuinely wanted to help.
"Th…ank you," I managed to say, taking the card. Without so much as a backward glance, I walked away from him.
I squeezed the card in my palm, hiding it from prying eyes. For all I knew, my boyfriend could be anywhere.
I inhaled deeply, sticking close to the walls of the hotel corridor, my gaze lowered to the floor. My ears perked up, alert for any sign of danger.
I walked quickly down the corridor toward the hotel's exit. The click-clack of my heels on the tiled floors drew unwanted attention.
"Hey, you walk so fast, girl!" The receptionist's voice made me freeze.
"Pardon me. Duty calls," I said with a fake smile.
"The keys," the receptionist mouthed in a low tone, her smile wrinkling the edges of her face. I knew that look—she wanted details on how the meeting went.
"He'll contact you about it," I whispered with a sheepish smile.
"Ohhhh…" she widened her eyes in surprise, her fingers touching her lips as if to stifle a blush.
I walked away from the lobby. Outside the hotel, people stood around chatting lively with one another.
But their cheerfulness didn't calm me. It only made me more nervous.
Rapheal could be among them, laughing—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
A cold wind blew my hair into a mess as I struggled to get home on foot, still wearing my skimpy performance outfit. My thoughts spun—had I really seen my best friend's dead body? Had Rapheal really been forcing himself on me this entire time?
No, it couldn't be. I shook my head vigorously. My mind had to be playing tricks on me.
"Baby, where have you been?"
Rapheal rushed toward me and pulled me into his arms out of nowhere.
I didn't hug him back. My whole body went stiff, but I still inhaled his scent. It was the only thing about him that I still recognized.
"I literally searched everywhere for you after your stage act! Where were you?"
He pulled me away to look at me, his eyes searching mine for answers.
"I went out to get fresh air," I lied, avoiding his intense gaze. He cupped my face in his hands, but I couldn't meet his eyes.
I was afraid I might see a monster.
"Are you sure?" He sensed something was off. I had never lied to him in our two years together.
"Yes," I replied, quickly brushing his hands away from my chin.
"Okay… I've been looking for Cammy too. Any idea where she went?"
He asked calmly, as if he hadn't just killed her.
"I don't know, Rapheal!"
My voice rose sharply. "I have no idea. I just want to go home."
That gave me away. I could tell. I turned and walked, leaving him standing alone on the street.
Images of Rapheal standing over Cammy's body flashed through my head. I picked up my pace.
He had killed her—and he wasn't even remorseful. He acted normal.
I took a deep breath. My house was only a few more blocks away.
"Hermosa, stop!"
I froze. Rapheal never called me by my name. *He knows you were there,* my mind whispered.
I swallowed hard, my fingers gripping the hem of the short skirt I had worn on stage.
*Just play along,* I told myself.
"What is it, Rapheal?" I turned back, steadying myself.
"Your clothes… Why haven't you changed?" He walked toward me.
"Is this why you called me back?" I feigned annoyance and turned away.
He grabbed my arm. "You didn't change because…?"
A sly smile crept across his face. He stared into my eyes like he was enjoying my fear.
"F\*\*k you, Rapheal!" I whimpered as he twisted my arm, whispering in my ear.
"Because you saw what I did to Cammy… and you ran. Like a little bitch."
"Let me go. You're hurting me!"
I tried to wriggle free, but it was useless. The tiny paper fell from my hand onto the floor.
"Answer me!" he yelled. His claws scraped my arm as I struggled.
Who was this man before me?
I stared wide-eyed at Rapheal. He wasn't the man who had courted me for three years. He was unrecognizable.
"I—I don't know what you're talking about," I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Don't you dare lie to me!"
He responded by choking me.
"Let me go! I'll tell you the truth!"
I scratched at his arms desperately.
He finally let me go.
"Alright. Talk."
He ran his hands through his hair as I gasped for air.
"Answer me, damn it!" he screamed again, his rage uncontrollable.
"I saw her…"
I admitted quietly, my eyes darting around the street. *If I screamed now, would anyone hear me?*
"Speak up," he demanded.
"She was at… the floor. And you were standing over her body…"
I said fearfully, watching his features darken quickly.
His eyes shift
ed to an otherworldly color. His claws sprang out fully.
"You shouldn't have seen that.
Now I'll have to kill you."