Love And Lies

Chapter 9

After he slices me open a few more times, my throat is sore from my screaming, and I barely have any energy left because of the blood loss. I look at Derek through my hair, watching as he wipes the blood off of the knife with a dirty rag, "please, Derek." I sob, shaking my head, and I see him tighten his grip on the knife, "baby, please." I whisper, jumping when he slams the knife down on the counter before turning to me with tears in his eyes, "do you think I want to do this?!" he shouts, making me flinch, "because I don't! You were the only one I've actually felt something for, Olivia. we could've been great, you and me... but you had to go and pick up that goddamn picture, didn't you?" he snaps, picking the knife up again,

"we can leave. G-go somewhere else, where nobody knows us. We can... we can start over like this never happened. Because I f-... I felt the same way about you." I say, and he shakes his head, pointing the knife at me, "you're lying." he accuses,

"no. I promise, baby. I'm not lying. I lo-" a sob escapes as I'm talking, "I love you." I manage to say, the words tasting like poison in my mouth, "you love me?" he asks, and I nod,

"yes. Yes, Derek. I love you. Please, baby, let me go and I'll come with you, wherever you wanna go. I promise." I say, holding back a grimace when he puts a hand on my cheek,

"I knew you were the one when Marci showed me a picture of you. Do you see why I had to get rid of her now? It was so me and you could be together. I love you, Olivia." he says, and kisses me, making tears roll down my cheeks. He starts crying with me, and shakes his head, pressing his forehead to mine, "but I can't let you go." he whispers,

"why can't you let me go? I get why you did what you did. There was no other way, I understand that." I say,

"but you know too much. I have to kill you." he whispers, tears rolling down his cheeks as he steps away from me, stumbling over to the door as he runs a hand through his hair, and he casts me one last look, before he walks through the door, slamming it shut and locking it behind him.

It feels like hours later when Derek finally returns, and I shake my head when I see him carrying a huge black duffel bag, and a handful of cable ties, "please, no." I sob,

"shut up." he snaps, putting the bag and cable ties on the counter as he turns to face me. He walks over, and slides his hands onto my waist, laying his head on my chest, "I don't want to kill you, baby." he whispers,

"y-you don't have to, Derek. I promise you, if you let me go, I'll willingly go with you to wherever you're going next, and I'll stay with you. I will never tell anybody what's happened." I say, "please." I beg, and he looks up at me with his chin on my chest, "I can't trust that." he says, shaking his head,

"I never break my promises, baby. I swear. I love you." I whisper, closing my eyes when he lifts a hand to my cheek, "prove it." he says, making me open my eyes, and I take in a deep breath before tilting my head down, pressing my lips to his while every fibre of my being is screaming at me to stop.

He sighs against my lips, his hands kneading at my hips as he kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth, "cut me down, Derek." I say, and he pulls back to look into my eyes. I give him a nod with a small smile, "you can trust me, baby." I add, and he grabs the knife before connecting our lips again. I feel his hands moving up my body, one of his arms wrapping around my waist as his other one reaches up to slice the rope around my hands, letting me drop my arms, my hands resting on his shoulders when my feet hit the floor, my legs shaking slightly.

I trail my hands down to his chest, and push him back with all my strength, causing him to stumble in shock, tripping over thin air before he falls onto his back on the floor. His eyes go wide when I straddle his waist, grabbing the knife that he dropped when he fell. "you... you lied to me." he says, disbelief in his voice,

"and you murdered my best friend, you psycho motherfucker." I snap, wrapping my other hand around the handle of the knife, "so rot in hell you son of a bitch." I spit, and plunge the knife into his chest. I scramble off of him when blood starts to pour out of his mouth, and I pull my knees up to my chest as I cry, watching him reach out for me, but he goes still after a few seconds, his body going limp as the colour fades from his skin.

The shock sets in, leaving me unable to move or even react when the door is busted open and cops swarm inside. I recognize one of the cops as the one who showed me Marci's autopsy, and he kneels in front of me, his eyes searching my face, "Olivia, are you okay?" he asks, and I look at Derek's body, before looking back at the cop with a blank face. I then feel a smile spread across my lips as I let out a gasp of relief, "I killed him." I breathe, and he nods, helping me to my feet, my legs shaky as he leads me out of the room, the bright light of the sun almost blinding me for a few seconds.

I look around the area, seeing multiple cop cars and reporters with camera crews standing around. I then spot my parents behind held back by cops, and when they see me, they both rush over, bombarding me with a hug as they cry, "Oh, my baby." mom sobs, burying her face in my hair as she cries, "Olivia." dad sighs, kissing my head, and I let out a breath, looking up at the sky when it starts to rain, "Marci... I told you I'd find who hurt you... he's gone... he wont hurt anybody else." I whisper, letting out a sob when I feel a weight lift off of my chest, and I bury my face against dad as they hold me. We are all then escorted over to an ambulance where a blanket is wrapped around me, and I lean my head back against the wall of the ambulance, closing my eyes as a strange sort of bliss washes over me.

THE END