18 ~ Death

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I V Y

My home, I'm in my apartment walking to my room to get some clothes.

After being with Cleo I decided to stay with her for a while. Just until I know she's safe.

I want to protect her but there's only so much I can do. I'm not strong so I can't take him on. As much as I want to.

I walk back to Cleo's apartment. When I get there I see an unfamiliar car parked in the drive way.

I rush inside knowing that it could be Nate. Shit I never should have left her alone.

"Cleo are you ok?" I ask seeing her standing over something.

The closer I get the more I see it's not a something but a someone.

Oh my god.

It's Nate?

Nate is passed out on the ground with blood seeping out his head.

I rush to the floor to hold his head trying to prevent the blood from pooring out. Cleo stands there still as a statue holding in her right hand a lamp.

A bloody lamp.

"Don't Ivy. Don't touch him" She states firmly gripping the lamp tightly.

I look up at her in shock "Cleo he needs help call the police."

"I-i can't Ivy he tried to rape me" she states sounding scared as her whole body trembles dropping the lamp.

I take a deep breath caught between doing this for Cleo or for Alex.

I don't really care what happens to Nate. He can rot in hell.

I can't help but worry about Alex. There family and he's going to hate me if he ever found out about this.

Nate is dead. That much I am sure he has no pulse, his body lays limp on the floor.

Me and Cleo share glances but no speaking is necessary. We both will take this secret to the grave. No matter the consequences I have to protect Cleo my best friend.

"Ok we need to take his body somewhere. I might have a place" I say quietly. I'm already thinking about that little lake Alex took me to.

Cleo is shaking in fear or maybe guilt but I know she is secretly relieved. I feel numb, like in a gray space. Between choosing love or friendship.

I'll always protect Cleo even if that means loosing Alex.

I love you Alex.

But love isn't enough not right now.

We wait till midnight to take Nate's body wrapping it up in an old rug her mom owned but never used.

Damn I can't believe this is what my life has come to.

I'm hiding a dead body with my best friend.

Cleo drives her car while I'm in the passenger seat. We drive to the park the same park Alex took me on a date. The waterfall in the woods. We reach the river with no flashlights.

I take point to drag Nate's body out of her trunk.

"I- thank you for this ivy" Cleo speaks while we hold Nate's body together moving him into the deepest part of the water.

I nod and just like my hopes for happiness Nate's body drifts away deep under the water.

Disappearing.

I see Cleo crying "Im so sorry Nate I just..."

"You hurt me so much I had to get ride of you." She starts to laugh. I don't blame her I feel like laughing but at myself for thinking I could be happy.

From now on everything is going to be different. I'm going to lie to Alex and to everyone.

Cleo will forever be broken.

Then as I watch her splash her face with water I realize it's to late for us. Me and Cleo we are broken. Even before Nate came along.

Fuck my life.

C L E O

There was this connection with him but now all I feel is disgust. I'm disgusted with myself. I'm no longer that beautiful but.... damaged. just. like. him.

He's dead. He's really dead, I can't believe I did that we were just arguing back and forth then the next thing I knew he tried grabbing my hair and I reached for the lamp.

Blood poured from his head. He was gone before I could do anything to help him.

How could I do something like that? No I can't blame myself. He did this not me.

But some part of me wanted to kill. I liked knowing he can never touch or hurt me again.

Am I crazy? Maybe I am. But I'm safe and that's all that matters.

But Ivy came in at the wrong time. Now she's in this, I'm so grateful. Is that wrong of me?

I need her for this. So we did it.

We hid his body in the small lake. It would be beautiful but now it turns bloody with the look of death.

The reality of all of this is that.

I'm a killer.

And I've made Ivy my accomplice.

And I've made Ivy my accomplice

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