The Demon's Girl

Chapter 17

Kim's p.o.v

I ran up to our room and grabbed my suitcase, grabbing all my clothes and shoe and just throwing them inside my luggage case. I couldn't believe it. All this time I thought that Patrick was the love of my life, but in reality, he was a monster. Patrick walked in and grabbed my hand, but I yanked away from his grasp.

"Kim, please," Patrick begged.

"Get away from me, Patrick," I hissed at him. "Don't you have some killing spree to get to?"

"Baby, please. Let me explain-"

"Explain? What's there to explain? You kill people for a living! What more is there to explain, Patrick?" I yelled at him.

I brushed past him and took all my bathroom necessaries. I turned around and saw Patrick blocking my exit. "Get out of my way."

"Not until we talk about this, Kimberly," Patrick insisted. "I'm sorry  for keeping this a secret, hur you wouldn't understand."

"Patrick, we've known each other for ten years, and our two years anniversary is almost here. And now you want to tell me that you're a demonic animalistic beast murdering the innocent when a hook?! You killed my best friend, for God's sake!"

"Kimberly, let me explain! I have my reasons!" Patrick said.

"Then tell me, Patrick! Tell me what is your reasoning behind you killing my best friend since childhood, my ex-boyfriend, and everyone I held dear to me!" I shouted. "How could you, Patrick? Behind my back? What, were you going to kill me too?"

"Kimberly-"

I shoves him out of the way and stuffed all my bathroom things in the suitcase. I felt Patrick wrap his arms around me and drop kisses all over my face and neck. It everything I had not to moan in pleasure, but that was before I found out his true nature.

"Let me go," I growled.

"Kimberly," Patrick whimpered.

"Goddamit, Stump! Let me go! I don't love you!" I yelled. It was silent and I felt Patrick's grip on me. I looked at him and stared right into his eyes. "I can't be in a relationship with someone who kills innocent people for pleasure. I don't want to be associated with a killer. We're over, Patrick. I'm breaking up with you."

I grabbed my bag and walked out, but Patrick grabbed my wrist. "Kimmiekims, please. I'm sorry I kept this from you, but I am deeply in love with you. Let me explain," Patrick begged, sobbing.

I looked at him and shook my head. "You had your chance to explain. You're too late now," I whispered.

I yanked my wrists out of his grasp and ran out with my suitcase. I bolted out of the front door and got into my truck, my luggage into the passenger seat. I started up my car and just drove off. I drove all the way to a hotel and just got me a suite for a couple of nights. I walked into my room and threw myself onto the bed, sobbing.

I left him. I really left him. The love of my life. The guy who always sang to me when I had nightmares, the guy who would take me to cheesy, romantic dates, the guy that would dance to slow Disney songs with me in our pajamas. We were done, no longer together. I spent the whole night crying, just reminiscing on my days with Patrick, my soul feeling incomplete.

A/N: THIS IS JUST A FILLER CHAPTER!! THE NEXT ONE IS GOING TO BE A LOT LENGTHIER

QUESTION: WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN NEXT?