Veil of Vows

Ch.14

(Grayson's POV)

For the past few days, I have done something I both hated and regretted with all my heart. But a part of me felt satisfied, feeling relieved for some twisted reason.
I never understood what was really wrong with me, what made me do these things, but one thing I do know is that I can't control my own feelings and thoughts when I'm triggered.

I don't know where I'm heading right now.
Really, I just don't know anymore. But one thing I do know is that I have to be careful and not get caught, no matter what, after what l did to Elliott—and make sure my wife is safe at all costs.

I killed that man cold heartedly because he looked like he was interested in my wife. Just that thought alone made my mind go to the most horrible places a human mind can go. And right there, I just wanted to get rid of him. For good.

Do I feel guilty for keeping secrets from my wife? Yes. But I know this secret needs to be kept. Top secret. If I ever tell her, or if she ever finds out... Well, I would not like to think about that right now.

For the past few days, i've been working on getting rid of the body, and today I did it.

I was the one watching in the shadows as I saw my wife with another man, without my whereabouts, and I was fuming deep down on that day.

I didn't like what I was seeing one bit. Was she trying to get vulnerable with him, to let her feelings out to him but not to me, her husband? To this complete stranger she doesn't even know? And if they really become friends... will they fall for each other too? Because Sierra really can't seem to stand me, even though I did everything in my power to make her understand why I do things my way for her. Was she trying to find solace with Elliott?

So many thoughts ran through my mind, suspicions, theories, whatever it was. I felt like Sierra was trying to leave me for another man, and that thought made me so angry and triggered my possessive side to the fullest. Any logical thought was thrown out of the window from my head.

When my wife and Elliott went their separate ways the same day they introduced themselves, I followed Elliott quietly, thinking of ways to get rid of him as quickly as possible, using my old methods of trapping animals in the woods as an example to lure him in—just like the old days.

Back in the day, I really did have an urge to kill animals. I still don't know why I really did that. I was a young kid with troubled feelings.

Maybe my father's death took a serious toll on me, and maybe that's why I killed animals to let out my stress? Either way, it's all messed up. I was messed up, and still am.

I remember I approached Elliott on that day and started talking to him, having a casual conversation. Then I switched the conversation, asking him to follow me into the woods, saying I saw something very cool that he might like.

Elliott was naïve and agreed immediately. He didn't hesitate. Maybe because he really believed I was a good person, that I could do nothing wrong in his eyes, because I was a man of God?

Maybe. Or he was simply just naïve.

After luring Elliott into the woods with his cat in his hands, I led him deep into the woods coming towards a stop, eventually. Before he could even turn back, I grabbed a rock and smashed it over his head without hesitation. The cat, trapped in his arms, landed on her feet, watching the traumatic experience unfold. I hit him with a hard blow, knocking him to the ground, just ready to destroy him, ready to get rid of him for good.

I remember it well when I was smashing his head, the only words screaming through my mind were, "YOU CAN'T HAVE HER! YOU CAN'T HAVE HER! YOU CAN'T LOVE HER!" The world around me was a blur as my only focus was on smashing his head to death.