It took almost an hour but I had gotten rid of the cops and I had Angelica tied up in the living room of my parents’ beach house that blended in perfectly with twenty other ones. On the ride over I had to pull out a gun and point it at Angelica to ensure that she wouldn’t try to jump up and do some stupid shit to get us caught.

     Now personally, I didn’t like guns. They seemed impersonal and were a coward’s way out. You could easily shoot someone from a distance and get it over with but I liked to use objects where you had to get close to your victim and you could actually hear their screams and bones breaking and put in actual effort. And I know what you’re probably thinking and just so you know, I’m not crazy. I had spent more than 5 years talking to a psychiatrist and I didn’t have to see her anymore because she said I was absolutely fine. So there.

   “Why are you doing this Nikki?” Angelica pleaded.

   “Doing what?” I asked as clueless as ever. “Did I tie you up to tight?”

   “That’s not what I meant you fucking psycho!” I felt my anger rising and immediately regretted not taping her mouth.

   “Calm down Angie,” I moved to touch her but she flinched. “This will be over soon.”

     As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard the sirens in the distance. I turned and saw Angelica smiling so I snatched up some duct tape and put it over her mouth. “If they get me, I’m going to get you.” I whispered in her ear.

   “Nikki! Nikki Stark?”

      I nearly snarled like an animal at the sound of my name coming from a bullhorn. I spotted the look of delight Angelica’s eyes held before she stop it and immediately slapped her across the face swiftly. When the tears slid down her face silently I apologized.

   Ignoring the ringing of the phone I pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of Angelica. “I’m sorry all of this happened and I feel like I owe you some kind of explanation because I know you didn’t see any of this coming,” she shook her head and I smiled. “I’m going to remove the tape because I want to hear what you have to say about this but I swear if you scream…” by the violent shake of her head I knew that she got the point and I slowly pulled the tape off. She winced ant the pain but she seemed to calm down when she noticed there were no weapons nearby. I smiled because she hadn’t seen the table of weapons I had behind her, just out of her eyesight.

     The ringing of the phone was driving me crazy (crazier?) so I answered it.

   “Nikki don’t hang up.” I immediately hung up on the unknown voice. Who the hell was it to tell me what do? I wanted to tell Angie my story but concentrating was going to be hard with the ringing of the phone so the next time it rang, I answered it.

   “Nikki, please.” The voice begged and it was the same voice as before except it sounded nicer and calmer.

   “What do you want?” I snapped.