It was an accident. You didn’t mean to actually kill her. She just wouldn’t stay away from Rafe.. She wouldn’t stop touching and flirting with him. She should’ve just walked away.. Why couldn’t she just have walked away?

Standing over Sofia’s lifeless body, her crimson red blood covering her clothes and parts of the floor. Fourteen.. that’s how many times you stabbed her with a kitchen knife. Fourteen times. She’d screamed for help but lucky for you no one was within earshot.

The worst part of it all wasn’t you killing her.. It was tge fact that you enjoyed doing it. You enjoyed the sight of her pale body no longer able to move, and you loved the fact that she won’t be able to flirt with Rafe anymore.

Though what you didn’t think through… You’re standing in her kitchen.. in her house.. covered in her blood.

You knew Rafe had experience with getting rid of a body and cleaning up a crime scene. Plus, he’d never judge you for making a mistake he once made. You were the only one who believed him and was there for him, now you just hoped he’d do the same for you.