HER ALPHA'S CARNAL SINS
Chapter 245: Where’s the exit?

Chapter 245: Where’s the exit?

Andrew couldn’t help but raise his eyes each time the woman moved from aisle to aisle, pushing the small cart quietly and discreetly filled with a few suspicious looking things she pulled from the aisles.

Soon, the woman disappeared into the restroom, and he stopped playing the game all together, pulling his ear pods out his ear.

She just gathered some things and made her way her towards the restroom without a word, without paying for any sh*t?

He glanced outside, and on seeing the cops still out there, he breathed a sigh of relief and decided to wait for the woman.

As he sat back to restart his game, he hears a crash in the restroom after several minutes, and glanced up sharply.

*

Panting, Theresa wrapped the cop uniform she was wearing earlier and put it on the trash.

She had changed into a leather jacket and blue jeans pants she found In the lost and found section of the store.

Looking at her now with her bruised up right eye, and hair cut very short, she looked like a boy.

Turning to the mirror above the sink, she grabbed the napkins she took from the store, tore the pack and using the water from the tap, she rubbed the napkin across her face.

As the tap kept running steadily, she kept wiping her face until it was cleaned spotlessly. After tossing the napkin away, she glanced at her face and grimaced.

Her right eye had been wasted to the point that she could only see from the left eye, so she pulled out the eye patch she grabbed from the counter to put it around her eyes, shielding her right eye.

"As*holes." She murmured when she remembered Aaron and his father and how they’ve contributed to the disembodiment of her right eye.

She guessed by now they must have found Aaron’s corpse or not and it was still rotting there, or they’ve found Mr. Capricorn’s body, and everyone’s terrified of the mysterious murder who was going about Killing cops now.

She had to leave the country before they began making their search. But first, she needed to make a call to get a hold of her friend Angela who was bailed out by the mysterious woman with a scar drawn from her forehead down to her left eyes to the bridge of her nose.

She said she had a mission which if she helped her out, she’d pay her a huge sum of money which Theresa didn’t dare refuse.

If she had this much money, she could track down Jephthah with it and no one, absolutely no one would be able to stop her when she gets her arm around him.

Sighing she stepped back, running her fingers through her hair which she wasn’t used to since it was quite short.

Pulling the lighter from her pockets, she threw it into the waste bag where the cop uniform and blood stained napkins were and a small flame lit up automatically.

As they burnt slightly, the smell of smoke filling the room with sulphur and syrup, she carried a bobby pin with her and bent it to a similar length of a standard handcuff key before picking the lock of the handcuff around her wrist.

She groaned slightly, puffing with sweat running down her face as she finally picked the lock and finally got herself free.

She threw the handcuff into the burning fire before she began rubbing her wrists calmly, staring with a lost expression into the fire.

She carried the rest of the napkins, the roll-on she had applied, the bob pin and other things she had taken from the store and threw it into the fire, watching it blaze.

She stood there, staring into the fire, not even blinking when the fire made a small bang sound, probably from the handcuff inside.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open after some seconds, and she saw a scrawny looking guy, probably no older than eighteen wearing a T-shirt with the name of the store written across and old scruffy looking, brown pants.

He had green, almond eyes and chocolate brown hair that made his eyes really stand out in his square jaw face.

However he had a look of horror in his eyes as he stared into the fire which blazed in his eyes before moving to Theresa who stared at him blankly.

"What the actual f**k?!"

He suddenly ran out and Theresa was confused for a moment, and finally began to panic when she remembered the cops outside.

Could he have called the cops out there?

However, he suddenly ran in with the fire extinguisher and blasted it with full force at the burning area until the fire stopped, and everywhere stopped blazing from the fury of the fire.

"What is your problem??" He suddenly turned to yell at her, throwing down the extinguisher which made a loud, ear ringing sound before he approached her.

"Are you trying to burn down the entire store?"

"No." She coldly said before she made her way out of the bathroom, but he suddenly grabbed her hand, and Theresa was forced to turn to him.

"There are cops out there... and I can let them know there’s a psychopathic, mentally ill woman trying to burn down my store."

"I wasn’t burning down the store." She calmly replied like she wasn’t minutes away from getting arrested again If he called in the cops.

"Half the restroom was about to burn down."

"But I wasn’t trying to burn down the store. You could clearly see I was burning something in the trash."

"Were you even planning on paying for the things you carried in here... including the clothes. Just who do you think you are?"

"Good. You don’t know me. I don’t know you either. Nice meeting you though." With that, she turned to leave again, but Andrew grabbed her by the colar of her leather jacket.

That was his first mistake.

Actually, his first mistake was not letting go of her the first time. His second mistake was grabbing her by the colar.

As Theresa turned, she landed a punch straight to his nose, and watched him stagger some steps back before dropping to the floor.

"I’d kill you, but I think I’ve killed enough people for today" She saw his eyes widen at her words but only flung the hand she used in punching him in the air, stretching her knuckles. "I won’t hesitate to change my mind if you come at me again."

Andrew just sat there, holding his bleeding nose as Theresa made her way out of the bathroom. However, before she reached the entrance, she bumped into someone and the person swore as Theresa backed away to glare at whoever it was.

The girl had on dark goth makeup, had ever single inch of her body tattooed, and had her ears, nose, lips and tongue pierced. Her similar green colored, almond shaped eyes studied Theresa strangely.

"Ashley..." Andrew’s voice was muffled since his hand was still cradling his nose. He said something again but it was muffled to the point of no one hearing him.

"Who is this.. a... and why does she look like she just robbed our store? Andrew you.." Her voice trailed off when Theresa advanced towards her, but Ashley’s eyes widened and she quickly ran out.

’At least her brain’s working this time’ Andrew thought as he was sure she was on her way to report her to the cops who were probably still outside.

"Sh*t." Theresa swore before she turned to Andrew whose eyes widened on wondering why she suddenly changed her mind about leaving him here.

D- did she want to kill him?!

He crawled back on the ground, staring at her in horror.

She probably knew where Ashley was headed, and running after her would be too late because she bolted out of the restroom like a missile.

"Where’s another exit out of here?" Theresa asked before she locked the restroom door from the inside.

Andrew trembled like a leaf in the shaking wind as she approached him, exuding a scary aura that threatened to drown him.

"I... "

The door suddenly starts shaking as the cops began forcing their way in since they were experienced enough and knew convincing the criminal to open the door like they were visitors was impossible.

"You sh*tty bastard." Theresa growled as she grabbed Andrew’s hair, yanking him up.

"T- There’s no exit here." Andrew almost cried. "It’s only one out there and it’s the entrance."

"F*CK." Theresa swore and she glanced around the restroom, hoping to find someway to escape, but there truly was no way.

Bam!

She turned in horror to see a cop had smashed through the door, making a rat sized hole at the centre of the door, and they were slowly peeling the rest off, gradually.

"Sh*t." She quickly pulled Andrew close so that his back was against her chest and her arm was wounded around his neck while he struggled to get out of her hold.

She ignored his hands clawing at her arm as she reached into her pocket to pull out a pocket knife just when the cops barged in with their guns aimed at her, Ashley following behind like a drenched puppy.

"Put your hands in the air!"