I paced around the dining room as I looked at the front door. This feels like pure torture, just waiting here not knowing what to expect. I've been back at the beach house for atleast an hour now and Kenny hasn't showed up. Waiting up for him, not knowing what will happen, what's on his mind. I just wish he could come home and we would talk about all this, I just need to explain everything to him.
I'm not someone who easily gets scared, heck I don't even remember the last time I got scared. But right now ? I'm frightened, I'm terrified, I'm horrified. I have so much anxiety that I'm shaking and trembling. Shit I don't even fucking know why they're tears brimming in my eyes.
Just my luck, I planned to tell Kenny the truth today, and then I go and get myself caught. I know confessing wasn't gonna be easy, he wasn't gonna hate me less or be hurt any less , but it would've been so much better than being caught red-handed. Atleast then he would know how sincere I was, somethings are just better when you come clean. I can't help but think that, if Kenny hadn't received that call at the aquarium then things might have turned out different. If I had actually stayed home and listened to Maddie about killing Valvoski being a bad idea, then maybe, maybe things might've been different.
I looked at the clock on the wall still pacing and immidietly, the front door opened. Kenny walked in, he didn't even look at me as he headed to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water, his eyes finally met mine after he gulped the water down and put the glass on the counter. My spine shivered and blood ran through my veins when I saw the coldness of his eyes. He didn't look at me like he usually does. The same look of love and affection.. it was gone. It wasn't even anger or resentment. He looked at me with so much hurt and disappointment.
"Can we talk ?" I finally broke the silence as I neared closer to him, getting inside the kitchen. It was probably the dumbest question, but I didn't know what to say or how to move or what to do. But all I knew was that I had to get this over and done with.
Kenny folded his arms and leaned his back against the counter looking at me. I took that as my signal to start talking. "What you saw.. it's not what-"
"What it looked like ? You were going to say it's not what it looked like right ?" He raised his eyebrow. "Tell me what it looked like. Tell me I didn't just witness you kill someone."
"You're right." I sighed. "But Kenny trust me I had a good reason."
"Good reason." He chuckled. "You're her, aren't you ?" He asked and I already knew what he meant.
I nodded and slowly took off the hoodie I was wearing only to be left with a bra. I turned around, showing my back to him for the first time. Showing him the tattoo of the Python.
I turned back putting the hoodie back on and looked in his eyes. He didn't look angry or frustrated, instead he looked hurt and betrayed. It was difficult seing him like this, unbearable to say the least. "Kenny I did wanna tell you."
"Tell me what? tell me what Blue? That you're the person I've been looking for this entire time? That you're Python? A murder?" He said as his voice cracked. "Or that you killed my parents, looked me dead in the eye every single fucking day with no guilt knowing very well I'm after my parents killer ?"
"I'm sorry Kenny, I really am." I said lowly as tears rolled down my face. Why are you crying ? You betrayed him, not the other way round. My conscience mocked me. "I didn't know I killed your parents, and after I found out it.. it killed me every single day. I didn't mean to lie to you. I just.."
"Don't give me that crap. You knew from day one how much I was after Python." He said. "You killed my parents and carried on like nothing happened, you continued to sleep with me, move in with me. What kind of sick person are you ?!"
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RomansaEveryone's scared of her, everyone whispers her name, the whole of Mayville knows her, the streets of Mayville fears her. She goes by the name PYTHON- a deadly lethal snake. Nobody really knows her real identity - but even the most dangerous men do...