WHEN Ashey parked in front of her house, she glanced in her phone first before proceeding to get out of the car. Her phone is in the dashboard. It's keep on vibrating earlier, indication that there's someone texting her.
"If you keep on ignoring this message, you will die..." Ashey rolled her eyes instantly, she thought the message was important. But it's only that chained messages, "Argh, what a nonsense message." Shaking her head, she put her phone in to her bag.
Those chain messages aro no longer stopped by the people who had a free time and a load. She pulled out the car key and prepare herself to get out of her car. Another day is over. She was tired but every time she looked at her house and car, that tiredness lead her to reassured feelings.
Why not? Will everyone expected a person like her, who grew up in an orphanage to be this successful in her own? She grew up alone. She didn't know who are her parents and relatives, but at least, she made it. She had a house, a car, a stable job with stable income and huge savings on bank that can travel back and forth to wherever might she want to go. Not to mention, she's still alive even if she ignored that kind of chain messages from day 1. Ashey shake her head and laughed a bit in her thoughts. Sometimes, she really beats that kind of shit. She decided to get in her house as soon as possible. She will be the one to prepare and will cooked for her dinner.
Ashey stunned and frowned, because the gate of her house was unlocked. Oh, she was a paranoid person but this time, she chose to ignore it. During the time she lived there, that subdivision is zero crime, anyway. Maybe she just forgot to lock the gate of the house fence, earlier. The front door of the house is more important to be locked anyway. She also had a real problem with being forgetfulness, so that the key of her house was under the plant at the side of the door.
Finally got in her house, she took of her blazer, turned on the TV, turned up the volume, then put on her apron and face the kitchen.
"Hmn, a sunny side up egg with V- cut on it will do..."
She noticed her stocks in the fridge and cupboard are running low. She made a note: "Grocery day" with a date, then glued it to the door of her fridge. To be easily for her to remember that she need to buy a foods.
She crushed the V-cut and mixed it to the three beaten eggs. It's a delicious dish, one of her favorites. And egg is everyone called mother dish. You must need to think for a twist, just like a book, so you don't drop reading. She smiled at the smell of scrambled egg with V-cut...
"Here we go..." She immediately tasted it.
Well, being an introvert had advantages and disadvantages. She thought, just like this. Even if she's tired, she was still serve and cook for herself. Even honestly, she can afford to pay a one maid. She prefers to be alone. She's not comfy with people. She is also not good at getting along with others. They say, she's a big weird woman that walking and talking every day, aloof and detached. Mysterious. Well, she agrees with those things. Simply because people, they very good at judging someone even if on their day to day basis, they keep on focusing on social media, posting quotes about judgmentality and some bible verses but the irony of it, it is difficult for them to apply that to themselves. Get the point?
"Ouch," her finger cut a little with a knife, accidentally. No, she will not use that knife.
Suprisingly, she took it and put it back to where it should have been. "Something is weird tonight... why the hell is this knife scattered here in the sink?" She lived there alone, damn it. Ashey turned off the stove and took off her apron, and decided to went upstairs. Weird things had an answer when you are eager to find it, right?
"PEW!" The man literally spat at the picture he was holding. Before he put it back in the table. The table that was lined with picture frames, with a photos of the person living there, of course. Ashey Emerald Brown. Tan- skinned, small rounded face, round deep set of brown eyes, beautiful child. But her eyes, those deep eyes... are full of mystery. Sorrows can be traced in her eyes even in the photos of her, accompanying with nuns and childrens. Up to the present photos. Maybe, the world has become cruel to the young teacher. Based on the photos in front of him, she has no family. "Oh, that is why. You don't have a family, so you don't know how it feels to lose a family member." He clenched his fist in anger. He has never forgotten the arrears of young lady to him. And to his family.
Ashey must need to confirm first if anyone had entered her house, before she called the police hotline. Because the last time she'd done calling the police without clearly reason, it was just a cat that made her freak out! Embarassing, yeah. Ended, she bought a huge pizza that good for a group of a police. Yeah, she and her stupidity sometimes. She rubbed her chest as her phone vibrating for another text again!
Mentally exhausted, she pick up her phone and read the message. "Fuck," Who would'nt cursed? It was that chained messages again! The sender doesn't want to stop, so be it, she will call him! She stopped and sat down at the main step of stairs. Dialling, she rubbed her forehead. She shouldn't have called her student. She can mute his number just like she was used to. With her confusion, she forgot that the barred wall she put to herself, was torn down. She wiped her face with the palm of her hand, her students were the only people that could lower the defense she had blocked to herself. She should no longer be surprised.
"Teacher? Hello? Good evening..."
Ashey blew a breathe, "Adan, good evening. Ahm, listen-- please do me a favor by stop sending me--" stop amidst of talking to her student, her eyes widened-- in to her peripheral vision, she saw a shadow! Coming close to her!
"Teacher? Hello?" She still heard the voice of her student Adan, on the other line, but she immediately declined that call and hurriedly dialled the police hotline near at the subdivision's where she lives. She was still a human, she thought, as made a mistakes in dialling the police hotline cause of nervous that's currently eating her system.
"Teacher Ashey," sarcastic greeting from the intruder.
She could not see him clearly because of the dark. She hadn't turned on the light yet. She ignored him and keep on dialling the police number but until now, it just rang...
"The number you have dialled is not in service..."
"Shit!" There is nothing as shit as this, she exclaimed to herself. She is in the dangerous situation, fuck it! The intruder walking slowly towards her, and her feet can't move in nervous-- with the help of thunder lightning outside, she saw what the intruder's holding and about to do with her-- the blade of a knife shine through the reflect of lightning due to storm-- one of her kitchen knives! The intruder-- no, the killer--- had a good choice-- he even chose the branded knife, shun 8 inches chef knife!
"Say my hello to my daughter the moment you meet her in hell, teacher!" The killer run-- and forcefully stabbed the teacher to her stomach.
She never moved again. Fingers were released the phone she's grabbing earlier, which the killer trampled to crush.
.He carried his victim like a sack. He would have set the house on fire, but it's raining hard. Never mind, he could easily disposed the teacher's corpse by the help of heavy rain. Definitely, there were few people outside due to that. He can easily mislead the corpse.
"We will have a long trip, Teacher Ashey..."
