Just him and me

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MICHELLE'S POV
"You made it" I say, happily.
"Yep" he says, closing my bedroom door.
He puts his hands on my waist, and kisses me passionately.
I run my fingers through his soft, brown hair.
He pulls me closer, so I'm right up against his bright red and blue checkered shirt.
He's mine. He's finally mine. I don't have to worry about Giselle or Emily.
Daniel's mine.
I finally got them out of they way. I easily played Eldon, and Daniel easily played Giselle.
You think it was coincidence that she was sick? No way. Daniel drugged her. I wanted her out of the way for years. And Emily? That bitch. She would've taken him away from me too. I know she's leaving, and that's all I need. She doesn't need to die.

"So, Emily thinks I'm dead. It worked. Your plan worked" Daniel says, and smiles.
"I knew it would" I say.
"So, where's Eldon and Stephanie"? He asks.
"Dead and buried. Nobody will find them" I smile.

He kisses me again, and we lie down on my bed. Me on top of him, his tongue down my throat.
Yes, I know I killed people. I know I tortured them. I know I played them. I know I did it for a boy, but I don't care. We both did it for each other. He matters more than morality. He matters way more.

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