The Darkness Within

Bad Judgement

Chelsea's POV

When I got back into the house, I saw Vincent talking to someone on the phone. He was sitting by the pool looking sexy as ever. Usually, after you know someone has killed a different someone you don't find them attractive but honestly, it just made me feel like he would always protect me. I don't know I might have something wrong with me, but I think I truly love him. Plus, we could be like Joe and Love from You, except Vincent wouldn't end up killing me and I don't think I could ever kill him. I walked outside to Vincent and hugged him from behind, moving my arms around his neck in a loving way.

"Hey you... where did you go?" he asked me hanging up his phone call.

"I took a walk to clear my head."

I moved around to sit on his lap as his arms wrap around my waist.

"You know I'm shocked you are taking this dead guy in your house so calmly. I would think you would be freaking out right now."

"Oh well, I just understand you were doing what had to be done," I say brushing the conversation off.

Yet he continues to push the topic "It sounds like you have had to do that before."

"What are you getting at Vincent?"

"Nothing, I'm just saying you are taking this way too calmly and brushing the conversation off way too quickly."

He continues "I mean I'm used to it; I've killed plenty of people, but to my knowledge, you have never done nor seen it done so I didn't think you would be this calm."

I stand up from his lap and start to walk inside. He gets up and follows me as I go make a drink in the kitchen. He is starting to get louder, making my blood boil.

"Not to mention the fact that you are completely okay that I killed him and just admitted to killing others. I mean you didn't even blink... So, I'm asking what are you hiding from me."

I gulped down my drink and looked him in the eyes, my own filling up with tears as I'm pushing back the urge to cry. My eyes red and stinging I admit

"I killed Bradley."

We stand in the kitchen, completely silent, just looking at each other. He looks at me as if I'm a whole other person. This is why I didn't want to tell him because I knew he would judge me.

"Hold on, let me get this straight, you killed my best friend?"

"Oh please, you weren't ever his best friend, the only thing you wanted from that relationship was his wife, me, and don't even try to deny it. You haven't talked to him in months and you couldn't care less."

"He was still a friend; I mean he was an asshole but he was sometimes funny."

"Are you fucking kidding me, how are you defending him right now?" I asked, starting to get angry at his dumbness.

Ignoring my question, he asked his own, "why did you kill him?"

"I had to, it was either him or me and I chose myself."

"What do you mean by that?"

I did not want to get into it, I think he knows why, I have told him how Bradley used to get rough but I didn't explain the full extent of it.

"I wasn't fully honest with you before, Bradley would beat me until I couldn't walk, he would make sure I knew just how worthless I was." I was growing angry thinking about all of the awful things Bradley used to say and do to me.

"I didn't know," he said looking down with shame.

"You weren't supposed to."

He looked up at me and gave me the saddest look he ever has.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just wished I knew what you were going through I would've helped you."

"I'm fine, it helped me become the person I am today, but I swore to myself I would never let another person walk all over me."

"I have to ask; how did you dispose of the body?"

"The night of the fire, yeah well it wasn't an accident," I said pouring myself another drink.

"Holy shit, Chelsea I was in the house. I could've died too," he said rather shocked.

I chuckled a little bit, "are you kidding me? One, I didn't ask you to be there, two what was I supposed to do? I already had it planned out, and three, you have done this before why are you acting so shocked?"

"Idk because, I have been in this line of work for a while, it's different to think of you as a killer, you used to be this sweet innocent woman, and now I find out you killed someone, and you aren't even that affected by it."

I had never seen this side of Vincent; he was being an ass. I mean who is he to tell me what type of a person I am.

"You don't get to tell me who I am, I did what I had to, to survive. If it was you in the situation, you would've done the same thing."

"I know, I'm sorry"

"I mean who the fuck do you think you are, telling me I'm some innocent woman, like what the fuck?" I keep ranting, very upset about what he said.

"I know, I said I was sorry, It was just a bad reaction, I support you fully, I completely understand why you did it. Now please, let me make it up to you." He said reaching for my hips pulling me closer to him. He starts to assault my neck with his lips, definitely leaving marks.

I push him away and say "I'm really not in the mood right now. I'm just going to go to the store and grab some dinner items."

I pecked him on the cheek and went to grab my purse and leave. When I turned back around, he was gone.

Hey guys, the author here, sorry for the short chapter. This week is finals so I will try and update as much as possible. This is my first story so if there is any feedback, I would love to have it!