1st Degree

Chapter 1

Why is it lumpy?

(Lilith Warner POV)

What have I done?

Who am I kidding, I know exactly what I've done.

Scoffing at myself.

Currently, at 2:27am on a Thursday, I'm dragging a black garbage bag to my car. Before you say anything, yes he's dead, get over it.

This isn't my first time killing someone, I wouldn't say I'm experienced in this... field of work, if you may, though I have killed 5 or 6 people before.

God, I must sound like a psycho.

It's because you borderline are dumbass.

The thing is, I should be freaking out right now, I should be screaming something along the lines of "Oh my god what am I gonna do?!" and completely shit my pants. But no, instead every time I think about "removing" someone I smile, I get anxious just planning what I'm going to do, I get all.. excited.

Like Christmas morning. But more... illegal.

Cute.

I can feel a smirk creeping its way onto my face as I turn my head and look left and right to see if anyone is coming down the street. The streets are dead, perfect. I never know what I'm gonna do if someone catches me, especially doing this. I just might have to kill them too.

On another note, that wouldn't end very well, for them I mean.

I'm not the one to have a "mysterious past". I'm an open book. Eventually someone will find out about what happened to me or remember my face from the newspaper so why not just tell them first. Well, here goes nothing.

When I was 8, I watched my mother commit suicide, fun right? She did a little Monica Gallagher move and right in front of poor little Lilith and my brother, Damien. I don't know why she did it though. We had a good life, two kids, good husband (at the time), nice house, and money, loads of money. My mother was a professor at the university in the city, she taught law, specifically criminal, and my dad was an architect, he mostly helped build houses for mega rich clients and other stuff. We moved to this quaint town in Washington when I was born, its not too far from the city but a solid 45 minutes away from any major place in Washington.

The city, for us at least, is a bigger version of my town. It has an old money college, filled with polo shirt wearing boys and daddy's money girls, at least the city has a med school. People around here are either rich or in retirement so the college is full of preppy rich kids that want to learn law or business, and their parents own half the town and other towns over so they provide funds to the college. Moving on.

6 years later, Good ol' Antonio (my father) starting falling in love again... With alcohol which led to abuse. He turned into the type of men I kill, he became verbally and physically abusive towards me and Damien, mostly me though because I look like my mother. I still have a scar above my eyebrow from when he threw a beer bottle at my head. Then a year later, my amazing dad fucked his receptionist and knocked her up, how lovely. My brother was 17 at the time and I was 15, but both of us were too young for our trust funds. It's sad really, having someone who you loved and trusted more than anyone completely fuck you up then ditch. On top of having a dead mother whom you also loved and trusted with everything and they just go and burn you like a candle wick. But don't worry, I'm not one of those people who blame it on themselves, I don't blame it on anyone actually. All the fucked up shit that has happened, needed to in my opinion. I wouldn't be the person I am today without it and the past is in the past. Don't get this mistaken for forgiveness because this isn't what this is. This is me saying I wont let my past demons come back to haunt me. I'm stronger than that. Everyone is.