POV: Lexie
-hey Stan! Do you know where Gilbert is?
-nop, wait. What time is?
-9 o'clock pm
-ok, this is weird, he left 12 hour ago, are you sure he havent called or texted you?
-no, I called him like a twenty times
-ok, and he didnt tald you something before?
-Lex!- Boris said to me from the top of the stairs-
-now what Boris?
-I know where he could be
We where in the kirchen talking
-before he left, he asked me for guns, knifes and vodka
-what do you mean
The phone is ringing
-Im going - I said-
°Hello?
°Lexie
°where are you evil pawn?
°I'm sorry that I did this
The blood is on my hands
I stare at my reflection
I don't know who I am
Practice my confession
In case I take the stand
I'll say I learned my lesson
I'll be a better man
I'm packing up my things
And I'm wiping down the walls
I'm rinsing off my clothes
And I'm walking through the halls
I did it all for you
So I felt nothing at all
I don't know what you'll say
Can't you see I'm running?
Said I need a place to hide
I've gotta ask you something
Could you please let me inside?
Just let me explain
No, I wouldn't tell you lies
I know you'll understand
If you let me stay the night
Would you love me more
If I killed someone for you?
Would you hold my hand?
They're the same ones that I used
When I killed someone for you
My face is on the news
-Gilbert what did you do?
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greyhound
Fanfictionlive in Seattle, but not the nice part of it, Greyhound is not the perfect place to raise. Is always cloudy, that its not bad if you don't like the sun like me. Always is kinda wet.