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No body, No crime

Taylor pov

You see, y/n and I are lovers. She's in a marriage with a trashy man though, and she's sure he's cheating, and told me last Tuesday that she'd call him out. "That ain't my jewelry on our joint account", she told me. You may think that's ironic because she technically is cheating on him with me, but he is just a horrible guy. Every Tuesday night me and her meet up for "wine" and "chit-chat", because that's what men these days think women are only capable of doing. When in reality I'm fucking his wife, but no one needs to know that detail. This Tuesday I was at the restaurant we usually meet at, and she didn't show up. This was very strange being that she was always very punctual, usually here before I am. She worked at this restaurant, so I asked her co workers if she had been here today, and they said no. I was worried about her, was she safe? Why isn't she here? Many questions raced through my mind as I drove to her house.

I knocked on the door and was instead met with her delinquent husband. "Oh hi", I said and smiled, "do you kno-", "she's missing. I've already told the police", he said. "Oh my, well please tell me if you find her", I said and he immediately shut the door in my face. Rude, no wonder she hates him. For a man who had just lost his wife, he seemed surely fine. The next few days and y/n's dead body had been discovered, along with very alarming behavior from her widowed husband. His truck had fresh new tires, as if he had gotten rid of a crime scene. His Mistress moved in, the women he had been cheating with, even sleeps in y/n's bed. His Mistress took out a big life insurance policy, now why else would someone do that, other than a murder? I think he did it, but I just can't prove it.

One day, I was looking through our photos together; the secret ones I kept hidden in my drawer. When suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. I found it weird that someone would be knocking at my door in the middle of the night. I reluctantly walked up to it and opened it. I was met with y/n bleeding from her forehead, she was wasn't dead. "Wait, y/n??? I though you were dead??", I said and pulled her into a hug. It was raining out so I quickly took her in. "What happened? I thought they found your body?", I asked. She was shaking a bit, maybe from shock or from how cold she was. "C'mon let's get you into some warm clothes babygirl", I said and kissed her temple. She nodded and followed me into my bedroom, sitting on the bed. "Heres a hoodie ", I said and handed her an over sized hoodie. She got rid of her shorts and shirt then put on the hoodie. "Okay. So Bill [her husband] didn't like how I confronted him about his infidelity. So much so, that he tried to kill me. He hit me on the head with a shovel, making me pass out. Then I assumed he put me in a garbage bag and threw me in a river, because I woke up on a small shore line in the woods. Then I hid from him for a couple days so he wouldn't kill me for good. I guess he got a fake dead body to throw the cops off the case", she explained.

"Oh baby", I said when she started crying. I brought her into my lap, "it's okay, you're safe now. You're with me, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you", I whispered in her ear. "Now let's take a look at that cut", I said and looked at her bloody forehead. The blood was dripping down the side of her head, and when I lifted up the bandaged that she put over her I saw how gross it looked. "Oh gosh", I  winced when I saw the huge gash she had. I was a Nurse so I have a few supplies that can help this. I pushed her to lay on her back so I could work. "Alright babygirl. That's a nasty gash, I'm gonna need to stitch it up", I told her and and she whimpered. "It'll be okay. It's like a tiny shot", I reassured. She still kept a worried face on until I got my supplies. I held some gauze up to the gash to stop the bleeding entirely, then cleaned around the wound with a damp towel. "This is going to sting a bit", I said and dabbed an alcohol solution to disinfect the wound. She whimpered a bit when I did but then settled down. "Now for the stitches", I said but she pushed my hand away when I got close. "Dont worry, I'll make it painless. I promise", I said and brushed the hair out of her face. "...okay", she warily said and let go of my hand.

I gently stitched up her wound and then put the supplies away once I was done. "All done", I said and kissed her softly. She just sighed and stared blankly at the ceiling, probably because everyone thinks she's dead. "Hey, it'll be alright. When you're ready, we'll tell the police. Until then, you just stay here with me", I said and laid down next to her. "I know...but he tried to kill me, tay.", she said in pure shock. "Yeah and he's gonna fucking pay for it. Even if I have to do that myself", I said, angry at this man even more. She nodded, "can you hold me?", she asked. "Of course, babygirl. Spoon or half spoon?", I named cuddle positions. "Half spoon", she answered. I brought her to lay her head on my chest as our legs tangled together. Her hand was tracing circles on my toned stomach, feeling the abs. "You wanna watch something?", I asked. "No, I just wanna go to sleep", she said and closed her eyes. "Okay, I'm right here if you need something. I love you", I told her, "I love you", she said back.

If nobody can get revenge for y/n, than maybe I'll give him a taste of his own medicine. At least I wouldn't get caught, I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene, my daddy made me get a boating license when I was just 15, and his Mistress already took out a life insurance policy. If they thought I did it, they could never prove it.