Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Sixty-Six

(Date of update. September 14, 2023. Changed years of coma because the math wasn't mathing.)

An old conversation with Milo and Archer:

Milo would smile, "How're things with Lottie?" Archer would frown, "Worse..." Milo would sigh, "You're such a mess, Reedo. You have to fix that someday, before it's too late. I know you mean well and you're trying your best, but... you have to explain things to her eventually, or she may resent you forever."  He sighed, "Maybe when she's old enough to understand...She shouldn't have to worry about any of it." Milo would sigh smiling, "Still can't express your feelings to save your own life, huh? Typical Archer." "And you still haven't found a nice woman yet?" Archer teased, "Noo...Still nothing." He smiled. Archer would sigh, "I miss talking to you...I know I'm bad with words, but...I thought I should say it." Milo would smile, "I know, Archer. Me too...You don't have to say it out loud." Archer would smile, "When the situation with Michaela dies down, you should come over, I saved some fancy cigarettes for you." Milo would smile, "Can't wait to try them! Maybe when she reaches out to me again." "Watch out. You've always had a knack for getting into trouble on your own." Milo would gasp, "Hey! That was like seven or eight something years ago!" Archer would smile, "Just try not to get into trouble, kid. Since I'm not around to get you out. But call me if things get bad, I'll come. Promise?" Milo would whine, "Lord, I promise. You always worry too much!" 

Milo's POV: 

I sat at the table feeling anxious. It's been so long... Seven years..? Maybe Eight. I felt two hands wrap around my chest. I smiled placing my hands on the feminine arms. "Did you miss me that much, Michelle?" (her photo is above) I asked smiling. She let go sitting down next to me. "Ah...I've missed seeing your sweet face." I felt myself grow with happiness. "You missed me?" I asked. "Why of course," she smiled. "your face means the world to me." She said placing her hand on mine. I felt blush grow on my face. We sat in silence, her hand rubbing mine. "We used to always come here and talk about everything and nothing all the time...Do you remember?" I asked smiling. "Perhaps..." I chuckled, "You were such a strange woman...So funny and clumsy...And without a warning, you turned cold and silent...B-But...I guess it only made me yearn for you more...The heart of a guy works in mysterious ways. Kinda like you..."  I watched her stare at me for a while. "D-Did...You ever love me?" I asked. "Perhaps..." I smiled looking down at the plate, chuckling to myself. "Hah...Look at me... Recalling a faded memory for closure...Ridiculous..." "No..." "Huh?" I looked over. "I just don't remember...If I did." I paused, "What..?" I reached out for her arm, "Michelle.." she grabbed my hand standing up, I could hear panic flow through the restaurant. People fleeing. "I should have killed you back then! You useless bitch! Look at the mess you've put me in!" I stared at her afraid. "M... Michelle!?" She pushed me to the ground, getting on top of me, extremely close to my face, "That's not my name.." "T-Then what...What is it?" She smiled. "I'll whisper it to you ..before sending your soul to hell..." I felt tears grow in my eyes. "Do you still want it?" I noticed the restaurant's knife in her hand, I rolled her over and pinned her to the ground. She smiled, "Where did you learn a move like that... You're a virgin, aren't you? I doubt that pussy killing business you work for taught you that." I looked at her, not knowing what to do. "Still confused, are you..? You couldn't hurt a soul, even if it was to protect your own pathetic life." I started at her, "You...Don't know me at all." She smiled, "Are you trying to say you could stop me?" She laughed, "Alright then, Milo...Stop me." She said stabbing at my stitches. I grabbed her hand and threw it away from me, getting off of her. "Is that all you have!?" She questioned. I put my hand over the hole she cut. Oh, bloody hell...I looked at my hand in fear, my white gloves covered in red. I looked at her, feeling tears forming in my eyes. "H...How could you do this!? After everything we've been through...I thought we were going to make things work this time! I wanted to have a family with you, Michelle! If that even is your name!" She looked at me sighing."You really think I would want a family with you?" She laughed slightly. "Why else did you marry me, Michelle..." She smirked, "Don't play dumb with me, Harrison..." She put the knife through my eye. I screamed in pain. I stared at her, with one eye. "I-I thought after you put me in a coma for a two years  you would finally get your mindset straight. I guess I was wrong, now wasn't I?" "You aren't much of a fighter are you?" She asked walking up to me. "All those years of you hiding behind Archer..."  I flinched slightly backing away. She held my shoulder, looking at the wound for a moment before bringing the knife to my stomach a few more times, causing me to groan in pain. She pulled the knife away, letting me collapse. "I suppose since you won't cooperate...Well, suppose we'll with plan-b. You aren't worth the clean-up..." She said placing a paper on the table. "I expect this signed by next Monday. Tell Archer I said hello, will you?" She asked walking away. I laid on the ground reaching in my pocket, while the restaurant owners finally did something. I searched desperately for my ring. "This is my feel better ring. When I'm upset, I hold onto it. It really helps." I smiled, "Take care of it, Kay?" Y/N nodded. I felt panic grow inside of me. I should have let Archer know...None of this would have happened if I let him know. I heard the paramedics rush over to take me away. I'm really sorry I couldn't keep my promise, Archer...