Crazy for you

Body

Ciara's POV

Tom came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped dead in his tracks once he saw the random man standing in front of me, holding a knife.

"You fucking said-"

"Did you really think I would tell you the truth? You're a random man who just broke into my house!"

"Watch your mouth!" He yelled, placing the cold tip of his knife against my neck.

Tom rushed towards us and gripped the man's shirt, pulling him away from me. The man lost his balance and fell to the floor, his knife flew out of his hand and landed on the ground next to me.

Tom punched him in the face, he instantly blacked out. Well at least I thought he did. Tom sat on the couch and ran his hands through his hair.

"What the fuck just happened?" He whispered, before muttering other incoherent words.

Why did that man show up here out of nowhere? What did he want? Why was he looking for that girl? This is all so weird...

"I'm sorry for opening the door." I muttered out in shock, staring at the wall in front of me.

"I should not have left you alone." Tom buried his face in his hands, sighing as he thought about what just happened.

My eyes were now glued to the man laying in front of me. I swear I can see him moving, maybe it's just my eyes.

I was proven correct when the man suddenly pushed himself off the floor. He looked over at Tom angrily, clearly forgetting I was there.

I stood completely still, not knowing what to do. I thought for a second before picking up the knife. I slowly stepped closer to the man and stabbed his lower back. He groaned in pain causing Tom to immediately look up and see me plunging a knife into the unknown man's back.

I pulled out the knife and stabbed him again and again and again and again...

Until he was on the ground, not moving an inch. He was dead for real this time. My hands were twitching and covered in blood, his blood.

"I-I killed him." I stuttered, slapping a hand over my mouth.

Tom stood up and held his towel with a firm grip, "It was an accident."

"No it wasn't." I mumbled out, backing myself into a wall. I pulled my knees to my chest and couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face.

"No none of that I need your help." Tom said as he shook his head.

"What?" I sobbed.

"Help me move him outside and I will do the rest myself."

I shook my head, "No we have to call someone!"

"Darling who the hell am I supposed to call? No one can know about this." He motions towards the dead man in front of us.

I covered my face and sobbed into my hands, "Oh god no."

"I am going to get dressed and then we can deal with him." He grumbled.

I didn't respond so he left. Moments later Tom came back fully dressed, a pair of shoes in hand.

"Come on." He said quietly, he held my foot and slid on my shoe.

"I don't wanna." I whispered in response, my voice cracking slightly.

He finished putting my other shoe on with a sigh, "Darling we cannot have a dead body in the house."

After a few seconds of silence I sighed tiredly and stood up, "What do I have to do?"