A Bloody Pink Adventure.

I love you.

Brianna's P.O.V.

Once I had finished all my calls, I walked back to Wilford's house. I knocked on the door and when he appeared I smiled. "Hello Will."

"Hello dear. Tell me, what took you so long?"

"Work."

"You don't seem like you enjoy it." He said. Of course I don't.

"No, I don't."

"What do you do?" What do I say?!

"Uh, well...I can't really tell you that Wilford." I replied, like an idiot.

"And why not?"

"Because, ugh! It's none of your business!" I growled. He looked shocked.

"So what you do is illegal. You could've just said so. Come in." He stepped aside, and I just stared at him.

"Fine." Then I stomped inside.

"Brianna. Do not act like a child. I only asked a question. If you had just said you didn't want to talk about it." He scolded.

"You want to know so badly? Fine! I give people money. And if they don't give their share by the end of the month, I kill them and take their shit! That's what I do! What do you do?!"

"I'm a journalist."

"That's a good answer."

"I'm also a murderer." He continued. Shocked, I open my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"You seem proud." I said.

"I'm not. But I chose my path, might as well take it. Why is it so hard for you to do that?" He asked, and I gave him an angry look.

"I have excepted it. I'm not proud, but I enjoy it. You know, wait...Why am I telling you this?!" I yelled, immediately trying to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

"Darling, why do you enjoy hurting others?" He asked.

"Wilford, I don't know. It's just the fear in their eyes that I love. Can, can I tell you something?" I ask.

"Of course dear." Then we sat down on the couch and I began.

"I'm a...a drug addict. And it's because I haven't felt loved, in a very, very long time, but the day I met you, I didn't feel the need to take drugs. Everyone calls me weird, and useless, and a pathetic freak. And for a long time, I actually believed them. The day we met, made all that disappear though. But I'm afraid that one day if I lose you, that I'll turn to the drugs again, and I'll overdose, and...And..." Then I felt him wrap his arms around me as I began to cry. "...Die..."

"I can assure you, that I would never leave you, my darling. I'll always be here to help you. I, I love you.'

"..Will, I......"

"I love you too."