Creep // jalyssa

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James!

Her, yelling my name, was the last thing I heard, probably, after the gun shot.
It didn't shoot me though, it was some of the swat team who got shot, it wasn't me nor was it Alyssa.

But who shot him?

I didn't get many things into my head and woke up in a cold cell on a hard stone bed with a dizzy mind. I soon realized, Alyssa wasn't there.
I could not live without her, and I already felt sick in my stomach of where she could be now. She doesn't deserve to be locked up, she deserves help and positivity.
I killed them man, I killed the fucking man who tried to hurt her.

"Excuse me, we would like to ask you a few things, James?"

And with that question being answered with a soft nod, I was sat infront of two female cops, as my legs began to shake under the table of anxiety, and they tried to talk to me.

"So, starting off with the main question. Why did you kill the man?"