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Sundrop: December 2024

Christmas was always a holiday I enjoyed. With the brightness and colours, how can anyone be unhappy at Christmas time? Besides, it’s also Cole’s birthday month and what a party he had. Such a celebration, with the whole gang. Including a woman whom he seemed especially cosy with. I may just kill them all.

I wasn’t able to go along, someone would have seen me. No matter how careful I would have been, someone would have stopped and tried to talk to me.

I didn’t have the power of restraint anymore.

I was however able to watch some of the videos online through his secretary's TikTok account. She seems like a fun girl. I did get a tiny pang of what might have been worried when he had told me back in September, maybe October that his secretary or assistant or whoever the fuck she is, was in fact female.

His previous two had been male. Which, fair enough, he equally could have been fucking them too. But a woman? I know his taste in porn and how badly he had wanted to fuck at work. He had told me numerous times about how he wanted to fuck me right there in his office. Was she too good an opportunity to pass up? Knowing he had lied to me; I wondered if he was exactly like every other man.

Especially when men stick their dicks into anything? They don’t have to care about the person. They usually don’t care about pregnancy, or diseases or anything that fucking matters? Right…

I’m not angry. I’m not angry. I’m not angry.

I watch the social media channels of a few people I know and check out all the tagged pictures and tagged people and tagged locations and it gives me everything.

All the parties. His work Christmas night out was just a work Christmas night out. His birthday though, what a big party he had for that. His 40th, a special day that he celebrated with every single person he fucking knows except me.

Except me.

I watch from fake accounts, fake accounts I create to be as stealthy as possible. I can’t see anything that he posts himself because the fucker has blocked me. Blocked me. Again. All the conversations we had on certain social media sites are now lost, gone because he has blocked me. It’s all gone. All the cute little messages, all the filthy ones too. Gone. Which upsets me more.

I go to WhatsApp and send a;

Me: Hi

And it doesn’t go through.

He’s changed his profile picture to something that isn’t his face. It’s a stupid fucking duck with a hat.

I don’t kill anyone all of December. I spend too much time researching and wondering what the actual fuck is he playing at?

It would have been so simple to just say, “Hey, listen, I’m only interested in you as a friend.” That’s all he would have had to say. Or “I’m a lying bastard” and I would have been like, cool, thanks for letting me know. Leading me on, intentionally telling me one thing and then going behind my back like this? What the fuck was the point in any of it?

I still have access to the council tax account system, so I go and check him out. It’s easy enough to find with his full government name and date of birth. I had once set up Callum’s council tax for him. Just handed me his bank card like I can’t memorise 16-digit numbers off the top of my head. I only stole from dead bodies though, cash mainly. Sometimes watches or anything I could sell. That’s how I subsidised my income.

Soon enough I have Cole’s home address which I never learned. I had only ever been to his once and that was just to wait outside in the car while Graham had picked him up. Never been inside which is fucking weird. He had been to mine, that one time.

I notice something odd in the account though, his name is linked to a second property. An active account. Not a closed one, which is what happens when you move address. No, this states he has two separate properties. The addresses are similar though. I take a note of both and resolve to google them later. I’ll go onto Google fucking Maps if I must.

A second flat? He must be doing well for himself. Maybe I should have charged him for all the sexual pictures and videos I had sent him. I’d be fucking rolling in money.

That evening, I took to my laptop and looked in detail at the two properties. Sales are listed online as are lettings associated and that's when I find out that he has in fact got two properties. This second flat is the one that is next door to him.

I think back to a little date we had where he had told me about the flat next door. How there had been a leak in the roof, if I remember correctly and the guy who owned the property was looking into getting it fixed. It was privately owned and rented out but empty at that time.

Huh…

A second flat… Why the fuck would he have a second flat? Was he keeping a secret family hidden from everyone? I’d fucking kill him if that was the case. Was there something illegal? Some seedy fucking business he was in? I’d find out.

While online I went onto the national archives website to check the records for marriage and births. I searched through, trying to find anything related to him. Was he married? Was he listed as a father on anyone’s birth certificate? I searched and looked but couldn’t find anything incriminating or linking back to him.

It was a dead end.

I had the address though. That would be enough. I’d fucking break in and find out exactly what was hidden in there.