StAlKeRs

Eighteen

A/N: hey guys so because my insomnia I didn't sleep last night but I did get this chapter typed out and edited. It's a bit long. Enjoy!

After the bath Stu and I had laid down and at some point I fell asleep. When I woke up he wasn't beside me. I got out of bed. I was wearing another one of Stu's shirts and went to the dresser grabbing a pair of his sweatpants, tying them tight, and rolling them at the waist so they weren't as long. The dude was fucking tall as fuck. 

I opened the door and walked towards the stairs. I could hear Stu's voice and then Billy's. They were talking in hushed whispers. I moved down a couple of the stairs so I could hear better. 

"We have to kill her, Stu. Both her and Sidney. We need to stick to the plan."

"Fuck the plan, dude. The other plan didn't fucking work and look where we are now. Hiding from the cops. Our faces plastered all over the place. I'm done. The only way I'm going to kill someone again is if they come between me and y/n." 

"You're so fucking pussy whipped. She's in your fucking head!" 

"No she's not! You want the truth, Billy? Here's the fucking truth. I didn't want to kill her mother. Once I finally had her I wanted to tell you I was out. I didn't because you're my best friend. And once I got a taste of it I didn't want anything more than to do it again. But then I learn that y/n was the one to find her mom, not Sidney. That fucking haunts me, Billy. 

I know you're jealous because Sidney shut herself off from you and y/n clung onto me like I was her last life line. But they're both extremely different. And then when she slowly started to give herself to me, knocking all walls down and I got a taste of her both physically and emotionally -- I couldn't help but fall in love with her. I never planned to but I did. 

I was even going to back out of killing Steve and Casey. I was going to back out of the whole plan but then Steve said something to me. He said y/n was nothing but a dirty whore like her mother. That fucking sparked the rage inside of me again. And then when we killed them I couldn't stop. I like the feeling of it. But I still didn't plan to kill y/n. I only stabbed her because I knew you would kill her and you would do it slowly and painfully. I wanted to make you think that I would do it when it came down to it. 

The plan was stupid, man. We would have been caught. We would have never gotten away with it. There were so many holes in the plan. We got sloppy at the end and you know that. I know you would have sold me out just to save your own ass. I would have done the same thing. But right now all I want is to be with the girl I'm in love with. I'm not fool enough to think I'll have the life I really want with her. I know I'll never get to propose to her, watch her walked down the aisle towards me or start a family with her. But I want to go as long I possible can. You need to just give it up. I know you feel the same way about Sid. Don't say you don't."

Hearing that confession hand me sitting on the steps, tears slipping out and down my cheeks. If there was any part that thought all of this was just to trick me, it was all squashed by what he just confessed. I whipped the tears off my cheeks and stood. Acting like I hadn't heard anything I called put, "Stu?" I could hear him shuffling and then footsteps until Stu was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at me and gave me a small smile. "Hey, baby." I smiled down at him and rushed down the stairs, throwing my arms around his neck. He made a hmph sound, stumbling back a little. 

His arms wrapped around me and picked me up off the steps, my legs wrapped around his waist, my face pressed into the crook of his neck. "What's this all about?" He asked, kissing my temple. I pulled back so I could look at him, "I love you," I whispered. His face lit up, a smile that reached to those beautiful blue eyes of his broke out onto his face and kiss lips crashed onto mine. "I love you so much," he mumbled into the kiss. "You two fucking done?" I looked behind Stu to see Billy leaning in the entrance to the living room.

 "Shut the fuck up, Billy," Stu said. Still holding onto me he walked into the living room and sat down on the couch and positioned me so I was sitting curled up on his lap. They had put in a movie but never started it. "What're you watching?" I asked. "SleepAway Camp," he said. I nodded and he pressed play. Billy surprisingly walked in with three beers and a bowl of popcorn, sitting on the other side of the couch. 

I could see Billy glancing at us every so often. I couldn't tell if he was jealous and wanted to just kill me or if he was jealous and wishing he could get Sidney back. She wouldn't go back to him. No, she would call the cops or kill him herself. I don't know how he could even say he loved her. Sure, his mother left him and I know that must have hurt but he literally killed our mother and then expected her to give herself to him. I wouldn't be surprised if he cheated on her. He was always flirting with other girls and was always trying to get his dick out of his pants and in something warm and wet. 

Stu must have sensed or seen out of the corner of his eye that Billy was staring at us because his arms tightened around me, trying to pull me as close as he could. It's like his trust in Billy, his best friend, was completely gone. Or at least when it came to me his trust in Billy was gone. I doubted he'd ever let him alone with me. 

"I love seeing you in my clothes," he whispered in my ear. He peppered kisses on my neck making me giggle. Billy groaned and Stu gave him the middle finger. His lips found mine and kissed me soft and slow while still flipping Billy off. I knew he was only doing it to piss him, I'm sure he would fuck me right here on the couch just to get under his skin but he wouldn't want Billy seeing something that was his. 

I wasn't a girl to let some guy think he had some kind of claim on me or think he owned me, but Stu was an exception. I knew better than to think Stu thought I was his property. No. My theory is -- is Stu a sensitive person. Everyone knows that he falls under peer pressure very easily, which Billy proved. He was insecure. He seemed to think I was the only thing in his life that could keep him anchored in reality. He thought I was the one that made all those bad thoughts he had, all those urges he would get to kill someone go away. 

But at the same time, I was the one that could ruin him completely. He was possessive when it came to seeing other guys around me. But that just proved how insecure he really is. He's so scared of losing the one thing in his life that keeps him completely sane. Even before we started dating he was possessive. I didn't understand it at the time, when he would get so jealous over Randy, but now it's completely clear why he was that way. He had set his mind to making sure I would be with him. 

But what he said to Billy earlier is true. We could never have a normal life. Not with him being a wanted murder. His face was in every police station across the country, both him and Billy. Of course I pictured myself spending my life with him. Of course I thought about getting married and starting a family with him. But it wasn't possible anymore. Eventually this thing we had, whatever it is, would have to end.