Andrew didn’t know how it happened, he didn’t want it to happen, but he’s too in deep. Bleaching down his girlfriend’s kitchen counters and floors, making sure everything is clean while she’s in the bathroom, finishing up her business.

The house is a lot more quiet that it was an hour ago, he can’t help but be happy about the noise cancelling along the walls. When his girlfriend comes out, blood up to her elbows and her hair matted with more blood.

He didn’t want to be here, dating a killer, cleaning up the messes she makes: he always falls for the red flags.