GUN IN MY HAND

CHAPTER 13: MURDERER OR KILLER?

You know how much I love you guys, and even when I torture you with cliffhangers, it's with love 😇 But since you asked so much and so sweetly, here's the new chapter a little in advance! I post it even if my eyes are hurting today, that's how much I love you! So I hope you'll like it, and I wanna hear all your thoughts in the comments 😘

'They told me you a killer, a killer

I saw your collection of hearts and I should've known better, better

'Cause they told me you a killer, a killer

And I've got no doubt that the only way out of this thriller

...Is if I am a killer too'

He was a murderer, and I was the broken and reckless girl who had followed him.

It was how all the horrors movies started. Well, I hadn't seen many, but the few I'd sneaked out to watch with Spencer were enough to tell me I would end up buried somewhere, serving as fertilizer for those dry bushes, and I would most likely be in pieces, seeing the knife Blade had twisted expertly so many times.

My instincts should have kicked in, my survival instincts, and I should have been put into motion by a rush of adrenaline. But I was just standing there, paralyzed. Even my fingers were frozen in a weird bend; my lungs were a lost cause, and my heart, I didn't hear any sound coming from it in the silence. The only thing spinning was my mind as I stared at the man, the murderer, in front of me.

"I was 15, and it was juvenile jail for killing a guy during a fight."

I didn't know how much time had passed, but the shaky breath I took in filled my lungs as if they hadn't had air for an eternity. He could still be lying and luring me, yet when he wanted to, his clear eyes became transparent, and they were as he continued with a shrug,

"I guess the judge was lenient because the guy I killed was twice my build and it wasn't a big loss for society, so I only got three years."

"The birthday's freedom?" I asked in a croaked whisper as I still didn't know if I was breathing.

All I was focused on was his blue gaze and the unaffected expression on his features, as his famous smirk was just hovering and twitching at the corners of his lips, a million emotions playing in it.

"Yes, that day, and the first thing I did was buying this bike." He nodded towards the shiny engine behind us, and I was sure I caught a glint of nostalgia before he started to walk again, as if he could still feel the need to get away and break free. 

"I drove until Subrose, and then I celebrated. That's all I remember." His chuckle could almost make me forget what we were talking about, and I was taken back to our first encounter when he'd offered to make me forget, and I was tickling with curiosity.

Today, I was shivering in curiosity, and I followed him without even thinking.

"I've killed a few others during other fights, or for some drug deals gone wrong, but for those, I didn't get arrested." He answered the questions before I could ask, even if I didn't want to know.

The delivery he'd done before he'd made a 'detour' to see me was, therefore, drugs, which also meant he was still killing people at the moment. It was a lot to process, and my brain wasn't even beginning to when I wetted my dry lips with my tongue.