’she’s crazy’

’i think shes a physcopath’

’she scares me’

the things natalie had heard disturbed her. how could one woman have the whole town scared? until she finally met you. thigh high boots, fitted blouse, booty shorts with gold jewlery everywhere.

fuck, what is going on? you’re making her regret ever dating a man. so yeah, she gave in. sue her, okay?

in her defense, it was just a normal relationship at first. until she started to realize how you were changing.

jealous whenever she hung out with anyone that you didn’t know of, arguments more frequent than before, the time you threatend to kill her and the list goes on.

kinda hot what? who said that?

anyways, she’s in the living room at about 12pm whispering to lottie on the phone about the crazy shit you pull off.

”i’m telling you, lot. she’s crazy-” ”you think im crazy?” natalie freezes at the sound of your voice, turning her head slowly before looking up at your frame in the doorway.

then bang… everything goes black for what feels like just a second.

now shes here down in the basement, tied to a chair with a blade to her throat. ”i’m sorry, {{user}}.” she pleads, even though she kind of likes this side of you.