I think it was too much. The fluffiness. Every time I have a conversation with Spencer it ends in laughter. I mean, we’re usually laughing about how Spencer inflicted some kind of physical harm on her brother Glen, but that doesn’t make it any better.

That’s the good thing about Hayley. She’s not funny, at all. Seriously that woman couldn’t tell a joke to save her life… We really don’t talk a whole lot. The longest conversations we have are when I come in the door, and she tells me how much she missed me and how happy she is to see me. I’m convinced those conversations only happen because she thinks she’s gotta butter me up in order to get me to fuck her.

But that’s not the case with Spencer. She can make me laugh, and not in the ‘normal’ way. It’s her twisted sense of humor that always gets me. Something about the fact that she tells me how her childhood injuries hurt so ‘good’ is funny as fuck.

Even though everything I laugh at is incredibly dark I shouldn’t be laughing so much. I can already see myself losing a piece of the darkness I’ve acquired by continuing on this destructive path of fun and laughter.

Before long I’ll be joking around with Aiden… and that just won’t do. Can’t have him thinking this girl is turning me into a softie.

And that’s where Sarah Michaels comes into play. I need to erase last night. Rid myself of those good times; replace those memories with the memories of a fresh kill.

But this kill is going to be different from most of my others. I’m not sure if you know this, but I’m not really much for torture. Usually I just stick with the rape, strangle, and go method but tonight I need to spice it up a bit…

‘FUCKING IDIOT’ I shout when I hear my doorbell ring. Does he have no common fucking sense?

I pull the door open so fast that the idiot I rarely refer to as Aiden nearly falls flat on his face. The back of my hand connects with his face so hard I swear I hear a couple of my bones crack.

He raises a hand to his cheek. The little bitch lets out a confused whimper. With a firm grip on the back of his neck I force him into the house.