I am Maya Bishop, and I am a murderer
That's it, call it what you want but I murdered him. Those who will try to find a way to make what I did right are simply too open-minded to live in such a world. I could've run, I could've let him kill me but n...
A/N: Before we start, Maya's dad is good in this story, I know it's sort of weird to think about but Maya's got enough trauma, she doesn't need a messed up dad too 😂
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Mom:
- Maya, it's getting late. Where are you?
- Maya?
- Where are you?
- Maya it's midnight, where are you?!
- Ok, now I'm worried, you don't do this
- Maya, where the hell have you gone?!
- You can stay out, but I need to know you're ok
- Maya!
*21 missed calls*
"Shit," I say, the second I open my eyes, my phone waking the both of us up, Carina looking over at the time, seeing that it was just past 5 am
"What's that?" Carina asks tiredly, turning over so she could bury herself in the pillows
"I uh... I never told my mom I was staying, shit, she's going to kill me, fuck!" I panic, shooting up out of the bed, suddenly feeling wide awake "Ok I've- I've got to go, like right now" I say urgently, checking that I've got everything
"I'll come with you" Carina decides
"What? No, you don't have to do that"
"Maya it's 5 in the morning, there are bad people out, I'm not letting you walk alone," she says as if it's ridiculous
"Crap, oh my god, what have I done" I continue, us going downstairs quickly, putting our shoes on and leaving, "She's been messaging me non-stop for 10 fucking hours, shit!"
"Will she be mad?" Carina asks, having never met my mom and having never really heard me speak about her
"Well, probably but I've done it before without meaning to and she was so scared because of the whole thing with Jack, she's scared one of his friends are going to do something to me," I say out of breath, trekking down the dimly lit streets
"Well, just blame it on me, I don't have to live with her," she shrugs leaving me chuckling at her, "What?" she smiles
"No, it's just... I did that once with Lilah, my mom would've quite literally killed me if she found out the alcohol in my bag was mine and Lilah just walked up to her and told her it was hers," I say, laughing at the memory, "My mom hated her for a little bit for being a 'bad influence', but she got past it eventually"
