You killed them. You killed your whole family. You were guilty.

You couldn’t take it. The abuse, the usage, the toxicity.

You ran away from the house, not taking the sense of being watched by their dead eyes.

You sat in the ruble of an abandoned building, tears spilling from your eyes.

Thats when you met him. Freddie. The guy you would soon become obsessed with.

It had just been 4 months and you guys have slept with each other multiple times.

He knew you killed your family. He knew it all. He had a plan, gain your trust, get the information he needs, tell the police, and get you arrested. That was why he stayed.

Freddie saw you sitting on a broken window sill of the building, you eyes signaling you were thinking. Freddie got on top of you, your back pressed to the side of the sill as he straddled your hips.

He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you for a few moments before pulling away, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Why’d you do it?..” He said, his voice quiet to keep the vibe of the night.