No Love Allowed.

On the run

Rihanna's POV

My whole world flashed before my eyes as he hovered on the side of the bed, drops of his warm fresh blood coming in contact with my skin. It took a moments, minutes for me to actually realise the crime I'd committed. I had just killed the love of my life. And when it did sink in, I lost it. I lost me, myself and I.
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3am. Eyes still open as wide as ever and I swear to god I haven't blinked. I'm still look at him. Hoping some kind of miracle happens any second one now, hoping that life will come back within him and it will be normal again. But it doesn't, he doesn't. Instead, his daunting eyes are open with a blank expression beneath them.

Foolish to say but, he looks so beautiful, breathtaking really. And for the last time ever I lean in and press a soft kiss on his dry pale lips. I stand up from the bed. What the actual fuck do I do now? Where do I place his body? Without thinking any further I grab ahold of his feet and grab him out of the room and into our basement. I bury him in the dirty laundry and quickly lock him in there, flushing the key away. What have I done?

This will haunt me forever

Boy does it takes guts to kill. You really need to think this shit out. Where you're gonna go, what you're gonna do when neighbours start getting suspicious, when overdue bills and letters keep coming or simply... When family and friends visit. All these thoughts came racing through my mind, making my head pound. I screw my eyes shut and let out a blood curling scream. I'm alone. Afraid and frustrated.

What now? How do I continue my life from here without being sentenced to life in prison?!

I pace back and fourth in my room as I think of something, anything. It all came to me in the blink of an eye and all of a sudden I knew exactly what I was and what my next move was. The clock read 4:00am. Not much time left. So I had to hurry on quick. I began packing every single belonging that u need from clothes, money and Chris' saving accounts, etc.

Once done. I booked the next plane to Harlem. It had always been a dream of mine to live there and well, now it was a reality about to come true. I was done, packed and loaded. 2 suitcases and a bottle of gasoline and matches. As if I was going to leave evidence of my homicide in this house. I took in a deep breath as I say goodbye to it all, to all my beautiful furniture, photographs and memories of me and Chris. I should've known he was too good to be true in the first place. But now, he's gone. When I burn this place down, I keep in mind that I'm leaving a piece of me here too. What happens in Barbados, stays in Barbados. In Harlem, I'm a completely different person.

I zipped my hoodie, and kept my head down for any unwanted company as I headed out, the smell of ashes and smoke filling my nostrils.

And just like that, I left behind everything I'd ever known.

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Authors note: I'm actually hell lazy to update continuously wtf, but yeah man, hope yall liked this. Rakim's POV next!!!