Rafes pov
We lay there in bed, in each other's arms.
It hurt me that she thought I hit my ex. It really did even though it wasn't true. I also wanted to kill Tommy. How could he mix that shit up.
'Rafe.' She whispers
'Yes princess.'
'Tell me more. I want to help you or understand you. I feel awful.' She says sadly.
'There's nothing much to say darling. My ex, Sarah well she wasn't so nice. She hit me and abused me emotionally but it's ok. I got rid of her. And now I've you.'
She didn't affect me really. I was used to being hit, it was in training the whole time, it just made me work on my defense more. Also emotionally, I didn't let her in, I never loved her especially after feeling what real love feels like with Molly.
'Got rid. Elaborate please.'
Fuck.
This is probably what Tommy was talking about. This is why he was so concerned. Fuck me
'Nothing.'
'No what does it mean Rafe.' She demands
'She tried to cut my cock off when I didn't have sex with her so I killed her.' I say
Her eyes open widely. 'What the fuck.'
'Yes I know she was weird, there's even a scar on my dick, it's right here—' she cuts me off as I pull down my boxers showing her the scar. It was so sore when she tried to cut it off, bit the fuck I can still feel the pain.
'You killed her..' she asks
'Yeah, I've killed thousands,'
'Thousands?' She asks
'All bad people.' I add
She has a sad look on her face. I hope I didn't say something wrong.
'You bastard.' She says 'you should have let her live'.
'Why?' I ask innocently
'I wanted to kill her.'
I laugh at her and she starts to smile
She has to have known that I've killed people before. I know it's extreme and all but it's practically my job.
I left out some parts on why I killed her. She tried to cut my dick off for one. But she tried to kill me in my sleep and my sister. She was a psychopath.
'How did you kill her.' She asks enthusiastically
'Well first. I got my sister Sarah. She hated my girlfriend Sarah because well first she has the same name as her and secondly because she tried to kill her.' That last part kinda just slipped out.
'She tried to kill Sarah.'
I have to explain now don't I ?
'Yeah and me. The night she was cutting my dick she set the house on fire and put plastic bags over our heads and locked the doors, but we escaped, obviously. So then decided to kill her.'
'Nice'. Molly says 'proud of you lad.'
We start laughing. It wasn't a funny topic but the way we both were talking about it so comfortably was funny.
It was my first time telling her about my killing and she accepted it, surprisingly. I thought she'd hate me.
'Don't kill me please.' She then whispers as I turn the light off leaving us in the dark, cuddling.
'Never.' I assured her.
She turned on her side and bent her knees as did I and we fit like a puzzle. She's so perfect. She's mine.
