DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 31: Welcome Back

Jordan's POV:

The cabin is silent except for the sound of her breathing and the faint rustle of the trees outside. I watch from the shadows, my fingers tightening around the axe handle.

Patricia thinks she's safe here. Poor, naive Patricia. The fool she's hiding with, a farmer armed with a rusted sickle, is no match for me.

A branch snaps beneath my boot. Damn it.

Inside, I see them freeze. Patricia's head jerks toward the sound, her eyes wide and wild. The farmer moves cautiously toward the door, gripping his weapon like it'll save him.

The door creaks open, revealing his face. I step into the flickering light of the cabin and smile.

"Hello.." I say quietly.

His mouth opens in shock, but I don't give him a chance to scream. The axe swings, burying deep into his skull with a sickening crack. Blood sprays across the doorframe, and he drops like a rag doll.

Stepping over his lifeless body, I enter the cabin, my gaze locking onto Patricia.

"Hello, Patricia." I say softly.

She backs away, her legs giving out beneath her. Blood has splattered across her pale face, and before she can say a word, she faints.

I sigh. "You really thought you could escape me?"

Dragging her back to the house is harder than I thought it'd be. She's lighter than she looks, but the trail is uneven, and the weight of what's ahead presses down on me.

"This is where it ends, Patricia."

I mutter to myself.

"Where it always should've ended."

The house is as I left it-quiet, dark, full of memories. I drop her limp body onto the floor, the thud echoing through the empty room.

For a moment, I just stand there, watching her. Her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, her blood-streaked hair clinging to her face.

My sweet Patricia. My liar. My traitor.

The name of my bestfriend burns on my tongue.

"Dave." I spit it out like venom.

Her eyes flutter open, and for a moment, she's confused. Then she sees me, and the fear returns.

"Jo--Jordan.."

She whispers, her voice cracking.

"Welcome back, Patricia." I say.

She scrambles backward, slipping on the blood that stains the floor.

"Where... where-"

I crouch down, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"You're home, Patricia. Our home."

Her breath hitches. She shakes her head frantically.

"No. This isn't real. This-this can't be happening! Le-let me go Jordan p-please.."

"Oh, poor Patricia.. sorry but, it's real!"

I snap, tightening my grip.

"As real as the fact that you fucking cheated on me. As real as the night I saw you with him."

Tears spill down her cheeks.

"Jordan, please. Yes, I made a mistake. I'm sorr-"