I burned the car. It made my love leave, so I had to get rid of it. Get rid of all the bad that made my love leave. I needed him, he couldn't leave me.
"Please don't leave me" I whimpered.
There was no one there. All I had was my license plate and the clothes on my back. I still had eight miles until I got home. Every step was worth it if he was back. More than anything I wanted him back. I'm trying everything to get him back.
I couldn't stop killing. I couldn't. I needed the money; For him, for Lavender, and for a new car. And I needed the killing for me. I craved it, every fiber of my being screamed at me to do it. To hurt, to inflict pain. I couldn't stop.
At least I get paid. At least my family benefits from what I do. At least I didn't kill anyone I know. I didn't know how other killers did it. I was a monster, but I was better. I felt. I loved. I wasn't as bad as the rest.
Seven more miles of walking flashed by. I didn't even remember it. All I knew was that I wanted Cory, and food. I walked inside the house and showered quickly. I got the ingredients to make beef stew, his favorite.
Two hours later, I was done. It smelled amazing. Then I waited for him to come home, he had to eventually. I just wanted to talk to him.
I was exhausted, but I refused to close my eyes until I talked to him. I loved him, so much more than anything; I needed him to know that.
I heard a knock at the door, and I jumped up to answer it.
"Mi Vida," I breathed. He came back.
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Hitmans life
Mystery / ThrillerA young man begins to murder people for money, he does it out of love for his dying sister, for the love of his boyfriend. But someone is creeping among the shadows, waiting for him to become theirs.
