𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉 | 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅

𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉

Listen to this song as you read. Trust me.
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Tonight, I feel like more.

He heard the faucet shut off followed by a small splash of water as her body entered the bath.

He crept towards the bathroom door and turned the handle slowly.

"Oh, Miles." Angelina said in confusion as Miles entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, resting his back against it.

His eyes traveled to the blow dryer that was plugged in on the counter then back to her.

He steadily walked towards her as he stared her in the eyes. Studying the face of his soon to be ex-lover.
As much as he despised her, he wanted to take her in one last time.

Angelina's face grew concerned as Miles acted oddly.
"What are you doing?" She questioned.

You make the water warm, you taste foreign.

He kneeled down on one knee next to the bath. He brought one of his hands up to her face and pushed her hair aside.

She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. He hasn't been affectionate with her in some time.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lipstick smudged lips.
He pulled back and fought the urge not to gag at the taste of another man's cum.

The feeling of betrayal and anger consumed his body. He pursed his lips before standing back up, towering over her.

"You nasty, ungrateful, little bitch." Miles spat.

"W-what?"

And I know you can see the cord break away.

And with that, he reached for the blow dryer and threw it into the water.

She didn't even have time to react before her body twitched and spazzed while sparks of electricity ran through the water.

Miles watched as the electricity worked on stopping her heart.

You breathed, then you stopped. I breathed, then dried you off.

He could see her take one last breath before she submerged completely under the warm water.

He walked back into the bedroom and grabbed her notepad. He placed it on the bath ledge and splashed some water on it.

He couldn't waste any time. He knew forensic pathologists would be able to tell how long she's been dead.

He reached into his back pocket for his phone and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"P-please send help! Now! I-I think my fiancée is dead- oh god she's not breathing" Miles fake cried.

"Calm down sir, what's happened?"

"S-she was taking a bath and I heard her splashing around- Angelina Angelina please!" Miles carried on his act.

"Sir, please tell me what happened."

"I-I heard splashing and I c-checked on her and she was under the water w-with a blow dryer in the bath. Is there h-help on the way? P-Please hurry she's not breathing!"

"Yes sir, there's help on the way. Do you know CPR?"

"Y-yes. Oh god please don't die on me."

"Try your best to perform CPR on her. Help is on the way. What are both of your names?"

"Angelina Cerevelli and Miles Fairchild."

"Okay. Are you trying CPR, Mr. Fairchild?"

"Y-yes. I'm taking her out of the bath now." Miles answered as he put his phone on speaker and grabbed the girl's limp body out of the water.

He set her on the bath rug and pretended to perform CPR.

"Please baby please. Don't die on me, Angelina. God please." Miles let out a few cries before he heard sirens outside.

"Help has arrived, Mr. Fairchild. Please go open the door for them."

"O-okay." He choked out as he stood up and made his way to the front door, smirking to himself.

He put on an anxious expression and opened the front door.

"This way! T-this way!" Miles ran back to the bathroom, guiding the paramedics.

"Out of the way, sir!" A paramedic directed him as they entered the bathroom.

He watched as the paramedics performed CPR and sent defibrillator shocks through her chest.

"Is she gonna be okay!?"
"Can't you do something else!?"

Nothing was working.
Thank god. Miles thought.

They hauled her body onto the gurney and out of the house as he followed behind them.

"We're taking her in. We have too many paramedics on hand for you to ride with us. Please follow, Mr. Fairchild."

Miles nodded as fake tears streamed down his face. He got into his car and followed the ambulance that held his dead fiancé.

His fiancé that he murdered.

Tonight, I feel like more.