Chapter 3

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"Hannah..." He says again

"Will, are you Hurt?"

"No.. not really, I guess...." This actually worries me because he is covered and blood and if it's not his...

"Who's blood is that?" I panic, but mostly because I don't want anything bad to happen to him. This looks bad, very bad.

He showers and changes while I sit on the couch worried, waiting for him to come explain. I hear him throw up into the toilet so I go in and sit on the counter.

"I'm ready. Tell me." And he does.

"What?! Jason! He's in you're trunk!" I start crying, Will grabs my arms and I bury my face into his chest, He starts crying too, which shocks me. I hate that he had to go through all this but he fucked up, big time.

"Will! You should have called the police! It was not you're fault!"

"Then why do I feel so guilty!" He replies. He is deeply shaken and hurt. I can't stand to see him like this. This is all so terrible. This is the love of my life, he made a terrible, terrible mistake, but killing Jason was not his fault. The police would have to understand that he was just shaken up and scared, right?

"Because you are guilty now, you have a dead body in the trunk of you're car! We need to call the police right away." I get up to get the phone when he grabs my wrists hard and looks at me with wide eyes filled with more fear than I could ever even imagine feeling.

"Hannah no, I fucked up. I got rid of all my DNA, I put a dead body in my trunk, came home and showered, and then I call the police? I sound like I psychopath! It's too late now Hannah, it's too late and you know that!"

I do know that. He would probably go to jail, nobody would ever look at him the same way, he would lose his job and never get another one. He would be taken away from me. He was right. We couldn't call the police. Nobody would understand.

"Hannah please, you have to help me. No police. I have to trust you please, I'm a good person, you know me, please."

I think for a long time. What choice did I have. Will is the love of my life, and he is a good person. I couldn't lose him, and I definitely couldn't let him go through this alone.

"Okay. No police." I say, "Let's do this."

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