His Pretty Little Lie

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When we'd made it back to his house, I went and took a shower and started playing 'back to you by Selena Gomez'. The warm water felt nice on my skin, I wouldn't mind if he came in with me but, he's already taken one before me and I could already see the outcome of that, he'd just end up being inside me. His body soap smelt so nice, I've never actually ever been in his bedroom before but it's really nice in here. There's so much space too to move around. I started to think about what I was actually gonna do about the secret. I breathe hard knowing I couldn't keep it to myself forever and let's be real, he's a horrible person. Who's to say he won't miss out on all the 'fun'? Who's to say he won't attack me? I love him, but he's dangerous. The thing is, when he goes away I know I'll go back to him. He's my Mason, the guy who I gave my damn virginity to. He even met my foster parents. Fuck, what should I do?

I turned off the shower and went back into the room. I'd let my foster parents a message saying I was staying at his. He was laying on his bed and listening to a song, 'nervous by the neighbourhood'.

"Oh you're done, I put out some clothes for you. One of the maids ran out and bought it." I looked over at the white silky pyjamas he'd laid out onto the bed. He always did like to go above and beyond.

"Thank you." I said quietly. I picked the pyjamas up and looked over at him, waiting for him to leave the room or turn around. He'd seen me naked but well, now I know he's a killer. It just feels different, I mean obviously things are different right now. "Could you...um, well, could you turn around?" I asked. I saw a bit of surprise fall on his face before he listened and turned around.
Mason's POV
She's scared of me now. I can tell, I mean I knew things wouldn't be the same after I told her the news, I thought she'd hate me. I think apart of her does, she's angry at me, at herself for falling but a bigger part of her now was scared. She was scared that I could potentially hurt her, I understand but I'd never hurt her. She doesn't know that my love for her, well it'd never make me lay a finger on her. I'd rather her be angry at me than scared...

"You can turn around now." She stated. I looked back around and she started to move into the bed with me.

"I'll go sleep on the couch, if you feel weird sleeping with me, I get it."

"No! Don't leave. Look Mason, I may think that what you did was evil and disgusting but Mason I love you. I gave you a lot of me. I can't just let that go." She explained.

I went back into the bed with her and she brought herself closer to me. She laid her head down onto my chest, she's so damn perfect and she doesn't even know it.

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep on me, when she did, I was still awake. I'd started to imagine how my future could go on.

If she'd decided to tell the police, I'd be stuck in jail probably for life. She'd move on with her life, most likely forget about me and have herself a good life. She'd per sue her dreams of being a lawyer and would settle down with a guy who probably wasn't a murderer and she'd be happy. Maybe she'd have kids, 1 or 2 because she never liked the idea of having a big family. She'd go on doing great shit because that's her. She was always brilliant, always.

If she chose not to bring me in to the police, we'd probably have to deal with the burden of my secret for our whole lives. I can see our future though, it'd be good. We'd probably end up moving to a big city, New York maybe? She'd focus on getting her law degree and she'd make it through law school alive and she'd become a great lawyer. After she's done chasing her dreams, we'd probably end up getting married. I'd take her to a place that's special to us, I'd propose with the biggest and most expensive ring that money could buy just to put a little smile on her face and it'd also act as a sorry, a sorry for getting her involved with my mess. If she said yes, we'd have a big wedding and we'd have our honeymoon in Italy because she likes Europe. Then maybe after a year or 2 into our marriage, the idea of children would pop up, we'd start trying for one. If we were lucky, she'd be pregnant and she'd carry the kids, she'd look beautiful pregnant, I can already imagine it. After kids, we'd go on our lives happy. Happy that everything worked out. I really badly want this future with her, I've opened up to her. She's the only one now who knows me this well. It's scary letting one person have this big control over your life but, I couldn't keep lying to her. It was too painful. What happens now?
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