Here is the next chapter! Sorry, I've had to cut the backstory into three chapters because it was too long. I hope that you like it! 👍 Baby weasels are called kittens, by the way! 🥰

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On a highway in Georgia ...

Jerry Willis whistled cheerfully as he drove along the highway, a satisfied smile on his face. A very successful 'photo outing', and one with lemonade at the end of it! What a nice little girl Annabelle was, bringing him the lemonade he'd asked for! So promptly too!

It was a pity that she dropped it on the floor though. What a waste. But, ah, no matter. Jerry had helped himself to a glass of the stuff after he tidied himself up. The man glanced over at the passenger seat next to him, and smirked at the two lemonade bottles lying there.

He'd spotted them in the family's fridge ... and well, it seemed a pity to waste the opportunity? Annabelle and her family didn't need them anymore, and Jerry knew that 'Bia loved lemonade!

Jerry Willis then turned off the highway, onto a less busy road that led to a city called Bainbridge. He drove to the outskirts of Bainbridge, and stopped by a tall apartment building in a fairly nice neighbourhood.

The serial killer then parked the car, collected his things, and entered the building. He nodded distantly to other tenants he passed as he walked up the stairs.

Finally, Jerry reached his apartment and opened the door.

"Oh 'Bia!" he called, grinning, walking into the front hall and closing the door behind him. "Daddy's home!" Instantly, there was a pitter-patter of little footsteps running towards Jerry. A small, light brown-haired girl pushed open the door in front of him and rushed at him.

"Dada!" she cried joyfully, as Jerry chuckled, put his things down, bent down, and opened his arms. He scooped her up into a comfortable grip, and looked at her.

Arabia Daisy Willis (to use her full name) was a little girl of four years, with light brown wavy hair tied in a single plait with a light blue band, green eyes, freckles, soft smile, sapphire blue dress and green shoes.

"Now, did you remember what I've often told you?" Jerry spoke in a kind but firm voice. Arabia nodded vigorously.

"'Don't go to the front hall when the front door opens, until or unless I hear your voice'", she recited from memory, word for word. Her father smiled at that.

"Good girl!" he said, nuzzling noses with Arabia. She giggled cutely. Jerry then put his little child down, and gathered up his things. "Now, you know all good little girls deserve a reward ..." he drawled, walking into the kitchen, with Arabia following him.

"And I believe that there might be something in one of my bags here ..." Jerry grinned as an eager grin appeared on the little girl's face. Her father placed the bags on the kitchen table and then reached into them.

He pulled out the bottles of lemonade and gave his daughter a mischievous grin. "My, oh my, what do I have here, 'Bia?" Jerry purred, grinning enormously. Arabia's smile now matched his, almost as big as the Cheshire Cat's grin.

"LEMONADE!! YAY!" The little girl clapped her hands in pure happiness, bouncing up and down in excitement. The display of pure innocent joy was so adorable that it would have charmed even the coldest and most indifferent soul in the world.

So it did to Jerry's.

The serial killer smiled fondly down at Arabia as he uncapped one of the bottles of lemonade.

"Yep! I got them after work finished today, just for you. I know how you like lemonade, darling", he said.

So far, Jerry hadn't told Arabia about his 'other line of work' ... not yet, at any rate. That was what he told himself. It wasn't something that you could really explain to a child of Arabia's age.

I'll tell her when she's a bit older.

"Wait, Daddy!"

Jerry was brought out of his thoughts by 'Bia's voice, and sound of little shoes running away from him. He blinked at the sight of Arabia running out of the kitchen, feeling a bit confused.

The confusion quickly disappeared as the little girl ran back in ten seconds later, carrying a large soft toy, orange-brown weasel in her arms. It was an obviously handmade, but cute and lifelike doll, nearly as big as Arabia herself, and wearing a blue dress.

"Willimeena wants a glass of lemonade too!" She said, holding the toy up. Jerry laughed, bent down, picked Arabia and Willimeena up and sat her on a chair at the table. He then poured out lemonade into three coloured cups he got out of a cupboard behind him.

Arabia picked up two of the cups, placed one of cups next to her toy weasel, and then started drinking her own lemonade. Jerry leaned against the kitchen cupboards, watching as his daughter and Willimeena 'toasted' each other with their cups of lemonade.

He smiled wryly as he thought back to the past. Back then, Jerry Willis had never really thought of himself as a family man. And certainly not a father! Being a serial killer meant that one didn't have much time for stuff like love, affection, and empathy.

But events had already been set in motion, four years ago ...

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