~~~~Xaviers P.O.V~~
"What the hell?" Darrius mutters under his breath. I stand there shocked watching the girl whos supposed to be my soulmate tremor from the blood on her hands. She looks up and meets my gaze. She quickly looks down at her hands and continues to stare at what she just did.
I'm stunned. How could she do this? I thought she was innocent, but considering she just slept with a man and then killed him, she shouldn't be acting like the victim.
~~~~Emms P.O.V~~~
I looked from my bloodied hands to the body lying limp on the floor. I slowly scrambled out of my shock and crawled my way towards him. My only thoughts swarming my head was that he needed to be justified. I had just killed him, he at least deserved that.
I made my way towards him, ignoring the harsh glares coming from the men still unmoving by the doorway. I unbuttoned his shirt and stared at the wound. I grabbed a red towel and wiped off the blood from his bloody body. I set the towel down and took a deep breath.
I pulled the knife out and put it in a drawer on the counter. I rebuttoned his shirt and put his right hand on his heart and his left middle finger in his nose. He kinda deserved it. I crossed his legs and took a step back. I looked at what I had just done and a silent tear fell out of my eye.
I turned to the wall but jumped back and screamed when someone I didn't know was in here appeared. I looked back at its reflection and jumped again. A girl was standing there with fear written all over her features. I turned around but didn't see anyone behind me.
I turned back to the reflection and noticed the other men's shocked expressions. I looked back at the mirror and waved my arms up and down. It cant be. I look so different. I'm really skinny and scars littered my naked skin, even though I'm in a towel I still feel exposed. I glanced back at my hands waving in the air and put them under the faucet and washed them clean.
I glanced back at the girl in the mirror, taking in my own appearance. If my mom were here she'd tell me that I need to eat her famous spaghetti to put some fat on my bones. I smiled a small smile at the memory.
I looked at the men's feet in the doorway because I couldn't meet their hard gaze. I wanted to talk. To cry. To justify me, but the only person who needed justifying was the dead man laying on the floor. I did that. I killed him. There's nothing to justify to myself.
~~~~Xaviers P.O.V~~
I watched as the girl cleaned up his blood, and chucked the knife in a drawer. She looked at herself in the mirror and jumped back, for reasons I didn't know. Hasn't she seen herself before? She seemed frightened by herself and what she had done. But pushed pashed both of us and walked out of the bathroom still in her towel.
"Take the body away and fetch her some clothes," I commanded Darrius. He nodded his head and picked up the body. He left the room without another word.
I turned to the woman huddled up in the corner of the room by the window. Her towel had a little blood on it but it wasn't hers. Her face was buried deep in her knees. I could hear sniffling but why would she be crying. I mean she just killed a man and walked away. Maybe it is all a show.
I want to believe her. I want to take her side and call it self defense, all because we were meant to be, but I can't. She slept with him and killed him after. Only a sick and sociopath would do something like that. She's evil and corrupted.
'You still don't know her side of the story.' My wolf commented. His name is Octavion and he's always trying to see the good in people. He the good cop and I'm the bad cop.
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The Scarred Coincidence
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