𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐁𝐞

The detectives sit across from me in the living room. "We are here because we have found some links to you and a victim."

"Excuse me?" My eyebrows furrow in an angry confusion. I know for a fact I'm not getting "linked" to shit! I'm not going to jail!

"I don't think you did anything. The victim of the crime is linked to you somehow. Did you know Andrew Dickinson?"

I feel my face go pale, my stomach falls, everything stops. "W-what d-do you m-mean 'did'? He c-can't be..." I feel like I'm going to be sick as I realize what he means.

"I'm sorry miss, were you both close?"

I close my eyes trying to process the information...who the hell killed him? I may not have liked him, but he doesn't need to die over it! Plus once I tell them the truth, I have a motive!

"Andrew stalked me for a while. He was a friend of my roommate and he told me someone was using him or something. I don't know, but what I do I know is I haven't seen him since we had a fight at a train station."

"Someone using him? Interesting...we will have to look into that. One more question: where were you on Tuesday night around 6-8pm?"

"I was at work, let me give you the address." I give them a piece of paper with my job title on it and where it is.

"Thank you, miss. I appreciate the help." They start to leave.

"No problem..." I'm left somewhat speechless at the conversation. It went so fast but the context of it was horrible.

I immediately call Dio. "Hey, could I please see you? I need to talk to you in person."

"Uh, yes. Are you okay?"

"Could I have your address?"

"Yeah, let me text it to you."

"Thanks. I'll see you soon." I hung up and grabbed my keys.

Before I knew it, I was on his doorstep. I knock on the door. Dio opens it...shirtless. His muscles were vivid, almost like he was from a sculpture.

I stand in conflict. I want to talk about Andrew and how I maybe a suspect, but Dio is so...distracting.

"Sweetheart, you can stare at me all you want once you're inside. Come on in." I blush in humiliation and sprint past him, trying to ignore him, stopping in the entryway. "No need to get shy on me now. I was only teasing." His hands rest on my shoulders before one taking the hair away from my neck. His smirk lands on my cheek and changes to a soft kiss.

As his hands land on my waist, I can't get into the mood. I have to tell him before he keeps going.
"The police came to my house. They wanted to know what I knew about my stalker. His name was Andrew Dickinson and he was murdered Tuesday." I say in a monotone voice.

He stops and lets go off me. "Did you tell them about his behavior?"

"Yeah, I have nothing to hide. I told them everything I knew and sent them on their way." I scratch my head and sigh. "I just feel odd about it all. I know I did nothing wrong so why do I feel scared and guilty-" His finger presses into my lips.

"If you feel bad for every single time something dies, you will be miserable forever. I know it's an awful situation and you are an empathetic person for feeling like this. Even though he hurt you, you feeling upset shows how kind you are. However, do not think this is on you. You could not do anything to stop what happened. Now, get a lawyer if they come back to you because they will use the stalking against you."

He's right...but it's still wearing on me.

"I know but-"

"No. Just trust me, the more you think about it, the worse it will feel. Now you need to think about what you can do for yourself in this moment, which would be calming down and accepting whatever happens next." His hand grips my shoulder in a comforting way, making me forget. I'm not talking to the Dio I know- I'm talking to Dr. Brando.