𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥

Prologue

A/N: This is a pretty short chapter, and I'm sorry about that! But I promise that the coming chapters will be longer. Enjoy reading :)

Rafael Santino worked as a car mechanic at a local repair garage. He usually had to come back home pretty late but the job paid a good amount of money and that was all that really mattered to him.

He lived alone in a unit house. There were people around in the other units, but they mostly just kept to themselves. His parents had practically thrown him on the streets at only 16 when they found out he had been doing some illegal drugs. His older siblings, a brother and a sister didn't do anything to help him. They mocked him and called him a 'criminal.' 

He had stopped now with the drugs, only taking a few smokes now and then. But his family acted like he didn't exist. He couldn't really blame them, although sometimes thinking about it made him want to punch someone.

One lucky night he came home at around 8pm. He got out of his car and started to head up the path to his unit house. It was eerily quiet, despite it not being that late. The sun was just starting to go down as the orange lights of the sunset set a somehow creepier mood. As he walked closer and closer up to his house, he noticed a trail of something dark and red making its way up to his house.

It was blood. His hand gripped the small handle of the pocket knife he always kept as he cautiously walked to his house. As he opened the door, it made a loud creaking sound that broke through the deafening silence. Inside was dark and quiet. He stepped through the door frame and nearly slipped on something on the floor. His hands found their way to the light switch in the dark and as soon as he turned it on, he was struck with the horrifying view of dead half mutilated bodies lying everywhere with their blood splattered over his furniture, his walls his carpet.

For a moment he was too in shock to do anything, just standing there as his pocket knife slipped out of his hand and landed on the wooden floor with a loud 'thud.' When he finally found his self again, he took a shaky step forward. As he took a closer look at the bodies, he realised with another horrifying truth that the mutilated bodies were those of his neighbors.

That explained the eerie quiet, the dead silence this early into the night. He heard police sirens in the distance and in what felt like a second, there were officers swarming into his house, yelling and inspecting. He was about to turn to an officer and tell them that these people were his neighbors when he was handcuffed and forcefully dropped down to his knees on the bloodied floor.

What the fuck was going on?! He hadn't even done anything! Why were they arresting him?! But before any of these questions could come out of his mouth, the officer that had handcuffed him spoke in a deep, masculine voice. And what he said made him want to cry, scream and kill at the same time.

"You're under arrest for murder."