Opposites

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Moe's POV

"Hey B these look pretty full to me" I told Billie while holding up a bottle of her meds

"They just got refilled" she fixed her hair in the mirror

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm taking them"

"Bil" I dragged out

"God you're like my mother" she snatched the pills out of my hand

"I thought your parents keep all your medicine"

"They're starting to trust me again"

"I wouldn't"

"I'm carrying your baby"

"I was talking about your pills Billie, you don't take them"

"Yes I do"

"No you don't you're lying to me"

"Stop it Moe"

"No because this is fucking serious Billie you have to take these"

"I am taking them. Plus why do you care so much you're just as crazy as I am" she turned away from me but I grabbed her arm making her face me

"Take the god damn pills Billie it's for your own good"

"Why do I need to take them? they're bullshit"

"So you won't hurt yourself and so you won't put our baby at risk. You mumble to yourself a lot and you even talk in your sleep about nonsense"

"I-I'm fine" she said on the verge of tears while trying to pull away from my arm

"No you're not"

"I've been hallucinating okay. I don't wanna go back to that mental hospital I just wanna be normal" she broke down in tears and I immediately hugged her tight.

"It's gonna be alright" I kissed her head

Billie

I never thought I had to fake cry in front of my girlfriend, but everything I said was true. Two months ago we killed again, or at least I did, I was angry so killed a guy named Antonio from our school before we graduated. (I'm finally throwing him in there💀)
Antonio was Derrick's friend, he made sexual comments towards me and even slapped my ass. I got angry and grabbed a knife, followed him and stabbed him over and over again in the chest. Until he eventually bled out and died. Out of panic I called Moe and she brought shovels and we dug for hours. We dumped the body and covered him in dirt, made it not look obvious someone just dug it. They still haven't found the body and he remains missing till this day. Moe and I don't talk about it, but for some reason I'm hallucinating about him even though I have no regrets for what I did.

"I love you" Moe kissed my nose and wiped my tears

"I love you too" I kissed her lips

"I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you my love"

"Can we just go to sleep?"

"Sure love" she picked me up bridal style and took me into my room laying me down on my bed. She cuddled me while rubbing my baby bump that continues to grow overtime.

"We should start looking at baby names"

"Yeah we should" she smiled and rubbed on my stomach but I felt something In my stomach "wait did you feel that?" Moe asked me

"Yeah what was it?" I lifted up my shirt and Moe moved her hand around trying to feel it again, all of a sudden we saw a print little feet kick my stomach.

"Holy shit she just kicked" Moe said excitedly and I let out a breath of relief because I was starting to get worried, the doctors say that the baby should start kicking around 4-6 months, I guess my mother's instincts started kicking in when she wasn't kicking at exactly for months or beginning of five months, I was stressed out but now I'm relieved. Even though we kill, I do care about others including my unborn child. I love my baby and I'll do anything to protect her.

Anything.

"Moe?"

"Hm"

"I'm so happy" I told her truthfully

"I'm happy that you're happy my love" she cupped my cheek and kissed my lips

"I can't wait till our baby is born"

"Me too it's going to be hard but we'll manage to get through it and we have each other which is all that matters"

"...oh my god what if I don't make it during childbirth I won't get to see our little baby grow up"

Moe

Here we go again

"Hey don't think like that, you're just going to stress yourself and it's not good for you or the baby. You're not going to die my love don't think that way"

"Okay" she wiped her tears

One thing I learned is that pregnancy hormones are the worst, she's always moody and her anger is probably worse than before since she killed somebody but we don't talk about that. In General her anger is worse and I'm afraid she might do something stupid or something to herself that I could've prevented. I've seen her hurt herself out of anger, it doesn't help that she isn't taking her meds either

I just want to protect her, because I love her more than anything, I want her to be happy and not stress so much. I want her to learn how to get her anger under control before she gets out of control again, next thing you know we'll be digging a grave for another body. Running the risk of being caught and putting our baby's life in danger if we go out and just kill recklessly like Billie did that night. That's why we have to be smart, not just pick up a knife and stab somebody.

Maybe we shouldn't even think about killing another person and just focus on our lives, college, work, and our baby. We should focus on that because that's most important. Then again killing has been the only thing on my mind, if I could shoot someone, or stab someone, or torture them until their death I could possibly feel alive again, I could feel that great pleasure, that adrenaline coursing through my body once I pulled that trigger. The excitement I felt, the feeling of not caring in the moment. Running the risk of everything, like almost you're gambling, but it wasn't a dumb game you're losing thousands over, you're playing a dumb game with a human called manipulation. We knew that Abby wanted to kill herself, so we pushed her and she froze, didn't say anything just closed her eyes excepting her fate. She didn't try to run, she didn't scream, she just stood there, and that's what excited me.

A/n

I was writing this since 2am so sorry for any mistakes🤷🏽‍♀️

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