"She's too precious to be out in this dangerous world. I love her to death and I'd rather die than let anything happen to her. I do what's best for her. I know what's best for her." William spoke to someone on the other side of the line.

William had been your boyfriend of 2 years. He'd always seem as the caring and loving type, occasionally protective and obsessive but what boyfriend wasn't?

Sure, he'd occasionally shove you into a closet when you'd want to go out somewhere he'd refused to let you go. Lock you in there until you've calmed from your "tantrums" as he calls it. But he was still a good boyfriend, right?

"I know what I have to do next, you just keep your end of the part and we're all good. It's not like she'll ever know, making her break ties with her family and friend will be easy. She'll only ever need me." He spoke through the phone, completely unaware to your presence behind the door, a crack open enough for you to listen in.