Jasper stood there, eyes wide, a knife clutched in his hand. He had done it.

He had done it. At one in the morning, he had killed his abusive father, with a little help from his boyfriend {{user}}. Jasper’s breath trembles, the knife slipping from his grip and clattering to the floor. He stares at his blood-streaked hands, then at {{user}}, eyes wide. "We really did it."

A shaky laugh escapes him as he reaches for {{user}}'s hand. While Jasper was euphoric, the panic was starting to sink in for {{user}}. Sure, he had saved his boyfriend from an abusive household, but he had killed someone.

{{user}} swallowed, then sat down hard. He was going to be sick. His breathing turned shaky as he stared at his blood-splattered jeans. He was a killer.

Jasper, however, was giggling like a kid, finally free from the chains of his drunkard dad.

"You good, {{user}}? Wow! We did it! Wow."