Dont say I didn't warn you.

Helen

toms p.o.v

I watched her from my car as she began slamming her head against her car steering wheel, her platinum blonde hair flew everywhere covering her face.

I smirked to myself as I saw her panting, which quickly turned into crying.

My smirk slowly disappeared, had i done this much damage to my beautiful girl?

I wish i could go up to her, hug her, love on her. Hold her in my strong arms, protecting her, i couldn't. I didnt want to scare her or damage her anymore.

I sighed and quickly took my car out of park, driving out of the parking lot. I bit the inside of my lip, "tom?.." a raspy voice said.

I looked into the rearview mirror, to see Helen sitting up in the backseat.

"What?." I mumbled, I glanced back at the road, my mind still fixated on Cat's face.

"Did you see her?" She whispered. I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my skull.

"Mmhmm." I hummed, a lump formed into my throat, I didn't know why, but I felt like busting into tears.

"Did she get the flowers?"

I inhaled slowly, pushing away the tears I nodded.

I drove to my new home, i had just moved in here four months ago. It was a simple house, one bed two bathroom home, it was small but I didnt mind. As we got into the house I immediately walked over to my kitchen, i poured myself a cup of coffee. I stood by the kitchen counter, the warm cup of coffee in my hands doing little to soothe the cold ache in my chest. The image of Cat, broken and sobbing in her car played over and over in my mind. What had I done? The guilt gnawed at me, and it was almost unbearable.

Helen walked into the kitchen, her footsteps light as she approached me. Her brownish black hair flowed against her shoulders. Her long chunky necklaces flowed down her necklace.

"Mmmm, tom.. you have to give me what I was now." She whispered, pushing her body onto mine, her fingers lightly hovered against my cheek.

"I'm not in the mood, Helen." I sighed, looking down, placing my cup on the counter.

"I brung you to her.. i showed her where she works, i gave you her number, her address. Everything. Now give me what I want." She smirked.

"Helen back off.." i mumbled, my voice low.

"Come on tom.." she then proceeded to grope my dick.

I immediately pushed her off of me, she grunted as she hit the wall behind her.

"I love it when you play rough." She giggled.

I stared into her brown eyes, rage bubbled in me. The tension in the room thickened. Her laughter once alluring now grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

"Tom, baby," she purred, leaning against the wall, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You don't need to hold back. I'm not like Cat.. i can take it."

Helen's words, once a twisted sort of comfort, now only fueled the fire inside me. She didnt understand the depths of my guilt, my torment. The way she so casually mentioned Cat, as if she was nothing more than a game to her, made my blood boil.

I took a slow step towards her, my eyes never leaving hers. "You think this is funny, Helen? You think what we've done is some kind on joke."

Her smirk faltered, just for a second, but then she regained composure, arching an eyebrow at me. "Tom, come on. We've been through this before. You're too soft when it comes to her. You need to let go. She's never going to love you back."

The words stung more than i wanted to admit it. I knew she was right in some kind of twisted way, but that didnt make it any easier to hear. Cat was everything to me, and yet, I had ruined it all. I was the reason why she was broken.

But Helen's smug expression, the way she thought she had me wrapped around her finger, pushed me over the edge. My hands clenched into my fists at my sides, my body trembling with uncontrollable rage.

"You think I need you Helen?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "You think i'm just going to let you manipulate me like this?"

She blinked, her confidence wavering as she saw the look in my eyes. "Tom... don't do anything stupid."

I looked over at my side, i grabbed a large knife out of the sink, before she could reacted, i slashed her neck. Making her warm blood spill out onto me, she fell to the floor, holding her neck. I watched her in enjoyment as she tried crawling away, i bent over and stabbed her back. She let out a grunt and fell onto her side, I flipped her to her back, "die you fucking whore!" I shouted as i plunged the knife into her heart. "Tom-" i felt honored, she wasted her last few breath on my name.

I fell to my knees, breathing heavily. Her blood was all over me, the crimson pooling around me as I knelt there, the knife still in my trembling hand. I stared down at Helen's lifeless body, her eyes frozen in a final expression of shock.

My mind was blank, i grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and scrolled through my contacts.

I put the phone up to my ear as it rang. "Hello? Who's this?" Hearing her voice for the first time in a long time, made my stomach drop.

"Cat.." i whispered, my voice was quivering.

There was a period of silence. She knew it was me.

"I can't do this right now." She mumbled, her voice cracking.

"Cat, wait please. I- I just did something bad.. i killed her because of you."

"Killed who Tom!" She yelled, making me flinch.

"I killed Helen, she was helping me find you! But she kept pushing, and pushing! Catherine I!-" she cut me off.

"Jesus Christ.. just shut up, where are you?" She asked, i could hear her grabbing her keys.

I hesitated, my mind racing as I tried to decide what to tell her. Should I let her come here? Should i drag her into this mess, into the blood soaked mess i had created?
I sighed before telling her where I am. The line went dead, i stared at the phone, still slick with Helen's blood. My heart pounded in my chest, i looked around the room, the evidence of my crime splattered on the walls.

I stood up, my legs shaky, and walked over to the sink, turning on the faucet. The water was ice cold as I scrubbed at my hands, trying to wash away the blood. But no matter how much I scrubbed, the stains wouldn't come off. They were inside of me, etched into my soul.

A noise outside made me jump, and I realized with a jolt that Cat was already here. I hadn't noticed the time passing as I tried to clean up. My heart pounded in my chest as I heard her soft footsteps on the porch, and then the soft knock on the door.

For a moment I was frozen, unable to move. What would she think when she saw me like this? When she saw the blood, the mess.

I slowly walked over to the door, my hands still wet from the sink, and opened it. There she was, standing on my doorstep. Her eyes wide with a mix of fear and concern. She looked up at me, and swallowed hard.

"Hi, tom"