Flynn's life was boring. He have no someone in his life. He only cares about feeding his dog. Until he met Assha. He felt the things he had never felt before. Not until Mrs. Westly the landlord of his apartment found dead, and not just one...he also...
I paused eating my dinner when she suddenly said that.
I looked at her. "Why all of a sudden?"
It's not like I don't want her to be my girlfriend. In fact I really wanted. It's just that, I didn't expect that coming from her.
Assha is the type of person who would let anyone to tell their feelings first before her.
She bit her lower lip and ate her food. "I decided to try. Let's work this together, okey?"
"Isn't too early?" I hesitantly answered.
She dropped her spoon at glance at me. "Why? Don't you like me anymore?"
I sighed. "No, that's not what I mean---" I startled when she thrown her spoon on the floor.
"Then what?! Just admit that you don't want me anymore!" She shouted at me.
She never shouted at me even once...
My forehead furrowed at what she just did. I stood up and faced her. "No, of course not! I liked you so bad and sometimes it makes me insane!" I let out my emotion.
Her tears begun to shed. "Then what's stopping you to love me?"
I've lost the words to say. I don't know how am I going to answer her question. I was silent and could not speak.
"See? You know what, Flynn? Sometimes I don't understand you." Her voice cracked and left in front of me.
I didn't stop her to leave.
And when she was nowhere to be seen, I let a heavy sigh.
This was so fucking frustrating.
I don't know what to believe anymore.
I promised to the police that I will tell them the truth if I found out everything behind this crime.
But I couldn't help myself but to believe in Assha, even there's an evidence that shows that she's the one who could possibly killed Mrs. Westly. And most specially...I was denying the thoughts that she's also the one who killed Mikey.
Fuck this shit.
I did not waste a time and went to her apartment and go inside.
I immediately saw her laying on her bed while her body was covered with a blanket.
I knelt my knees next to her bed. I saw her shoulder are shaking while crying quietly.
I suddenly felt guilty.
I caressed her shoulder as I kissed her on the top of her head. "I'm sorry, love...I just can't help myself to overthink." I sincerely murmured.
She slowly turned her face to me. I could see how her face was wet with tears.
I touched her cheek and wipe her tears. "There's just something bothering me this past few days after Mrs. Westly died..."
She gave me a curious expression. "What is it?"
I think this could be the right time to tell her the truth. I took a deep breathe and answer, "Mrs. Westly talked to me after she died...I was the last person she talked to."
She didn't say any words and just listened to me. I saw how her forehead furrowed together.
I looked her in the eye as I began to speak. "She told me that, she saw you one midnight...using a drugs outside. She warned me to be careful with you. And after that day... Mrs. Westly died and stabbed multiple times."
I saw her face become serious. "And you didn't even told me about that?" She was disbelief.
I didn't respond and just looked down.
"What the hell? I had know idea that all this time y'all are looking at me like that." And she cried again and covered her face.
I glanced at her at shooked my head. "No. That's not true. I did not believe whatever accusations they have thrown to you. As long as I can, I will protect you with all my heart." I hugged her against my chest as she continue sobbing.
She broke away from my embrace and looked at me with her teary eyes. "Really? Do you loved me that much?"
I nodded and ran my fingers through her hair.
"If you truly love me, have sex with me."
I froze for a moment and got hesitant at what she said.
She seemed desperate.
I kinda feel weird.
"Are you sure?" I worriedly asked.
She nodded and I could see the desires in her eyes. "Yes love...I have no reason not to do this. You don't look at me as they look at me. You made me feel like I'm special despite of what they throwing to me..." And just like that, she crushed her lips into mine aggressively.
I couldn't help but to give her what she wanted. My arms snaked around her small waist as I slowly went above her.
I could only hear our gasp and groan while our lips were moving against each other. I bit her lower lip as she she automatically moaned.
She undressed my polo without parting our lips.
I slit my tongue inside her mouth and she welcomed me. I sucked her tongue hardly.
I don't know what I'm doing, but if this can prove my love for her...I will.
I lifted her up and lean her to the wall as I continue kissing her aggressively.
"Why they do looked at me like I'm a murderer, Flynn...they are so fucking cruel..." She said while moaning.
My lips slowly went down to her neck. I groan when her hands slowly sliding in my chest.
"I didn't kill Mrs. Westly nor Mikey...I am inoccent..."
That caught my attention.
My eyes slightly open when I heard that. I did not tell to her that she's the one who could possibly kill Mikey.
But despite of that.
I continue what I am doing.
I turned her around and undressed her t-shirt.
And I was about to kiss her in her back when I didn't see any scar there.
Her scar were no longer to be seen in her...
And when you have a scar,
it will never be disappear.
My heart started race as moved backward while my mind slowly processing.
