I'm Scared Of You.

11

"Fuahh...", Salomon grunted pushing the body of Mr. Morel aside.
When I hit him, his body collapsed aside, and trapped Salomon down.
"Jacob! Darling!", Mrs. Morel ran, almost sliding in his blood.
She cried heartlessly while helding his husbands body.
He wasn't dead, that I knew.
Salomon panted and took a look at his black suit.
"... What a mess you did, Margo. Regardless, are you okay?", he inquired.
"I... I'm sorry... I-"
"You bitch! I'll fucking kill you! Look what you did to him!?", Mrs. Morel yelled to me.
"I-I-I-I... Am seriously... Sorry-", I trembled.
"Are you psychotic!? Burn in hell, both of yo-... Ahk..."
Her body crashed on the floor.
"Ah...!!", I gasped.
"What a drama.", Salomon said. He hit her head again, and again and again.
"Auhk... Hik... Hik..."
"No time for crying Margo. Would you please go to the kitchen and grab a knife?"
"Uh... Wh- Why... Salomon... I'm... Scared... I- I -I We-We killed... We just fucking killed two innocent people!!"
He sighed.
"I know... Now, can you get me a kitchen knife?"
"Are you out of your mind!?"
"Margo... Please calm down."
"Calm down!?"
"LISTEN.", He shouted And I shut my mouth.
"Now, you'll really have to be a good girl with me and listen carefully, yes?"
I nodded.
"We are both equally guilty for this. We are together in this."
"But you... You started this-"
"Says who? The only to witnesses are dead. And that's the only thing the police will see. The dead people. Whatever lovers quarrel we had before doesn't matter."
"... We should turn ourselves in."
"You won't last three minutes in prison."
I looked at the corpses.
You did that.
You are guilty Margo.
You killed them.
I don't want to go to jail.
I'm still so young... I'm not a bad person!
"We'll have to trust each other and get though this.", he Said. "Don't you want my help?"
Now I can't really leave...
I have no option but to... Team up with the devil.
"Okay... Please... Help me...", I cried.
He blushed and smiled.
"I'll always do so. Now. Get me the knife, please."
I nodded and walked to the kitchen, cleaning my tears, I grabbed the biggest one.

"Here...", I said.
"You can put it aside... Now, take this.", he handed me the now weapon.
His hands covered in glossy blood.
"End what you started."

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"H-Hello???"
["What's your emergency?"]
"My husband...he's been... Injured... I'm...-"
["Mrs calm down what happened?"]
"Please bring an ambulance...", I hunged up.
"They're coming?", Salomon asked.
"Yes."
"It's time...", he said.
I grabbed the knife.
"I'm sorry.", I said stabbing his arm.
"Kghh!?", he yelled.
"Don't die... I can't alone with this."
"I won't, I won't...", here half smiled.

---
I opened my eyes slowly, the white lights stroke my eyes.
I hate light...
"Nngh...",
"Salomon?", Margo asked worried, "Are you awake?", she got closer, touching my hand.
I frowned.
"Don't stare."
"S-Sorry."
I didn't answer. No need to.
She was sitting besides me with her golden hair loose and a white hospital gown.
"Why are you wearing that?", I asked.
She looked at me disturbed.
"Because... we are in a hospital."
I didn't answer.
I'm not stupid, Margo. I know that.
"Please call the nurse and leave for now.", I said annoyed.
"Eh... Salomon... I-"
"You what, Margo?
"I don't want to be alone...", she had a crazy look.
Oh my... It was just two insignificant old people.
Why does she cares...
Did she like them?
That's annoying.
I didn't answer as I was thinking on all the possible scenarios and reasons for her to say that.
Hmm... Maybe I'm are overthinking it.
Or not.
Or yes...
Or not.
I want oatmeal...
Hmm... This lights sure are annoying too.
And her hair isn't in a bun, that's annoying.
Oh, I'm wearing white... I don't like white. I want a black... Or red... Or purple... Or green... pijama. Yes...
I'll call Mrs. Morel-
Oh...
Oh lord... I killed her.
I killed someone...
I killed her...
I'm a killer.
I stared at Margo.
She tried to kill me, but ended up hitting Mr. Morel.
So, I killed Mrs. Morel, because she witnessed it.
Oh, she has scratches and bruises... Why?
Whatever.
She shouldn't hurt herself, it's careless. And her body is mine, isn't? Why can't she be careful?
Oh... She's so sweet... Taking care of me.
Oh. She should stay.
"Then be quite and remain sit, please."
"But-"
"Is it possible my wife... That you'll be very silent?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Good girl. Call the nurse."
She left.
Hmm... What was the story like...?
Right.
Mrs. And Mr. Morel, tried to kidnap Margo, to blackmail me and get money.
She resisted and that's where I appeared, Mr. Morel threw the statue at me trying to stop me.  That's when Margo hit his head.
Mrs. Morel saw that, and tried to kill Margo, but I tried stopping her and that's when shestabbed me, later Margo hit her head with Mr. Morel's hammer.
And that's how we killed them.
Nice.
Thank you.
Oh, now I remember... We had a fight right? With Margo.
That's right.
... I wonder... Will she leave me now?
No... We share this dark secret now.
And she's too emotionally weak to overcome this herself. She needs me.
Fufu...
Now she is staying by her own will.
That's good.
"Mr. Vernon, how are you feeling?", the nurse asked.
"Where's my wife?"
"Mrs. Vernon is outside, getting you breakfast."
"Salomon.", someone appeared at the door.
"... You are here...", I said.
"I'll come by later", the nurse said as she left.
He sat in Margo's chair.
"How are you feeling brother?"
I didn't reply.
So you were flirting with Margo...
No, he's helping me
"I'm good, as good as a stabbed person can be."
"Okay...  You had luck that I own this hospital. I told them many years ago that the moment a Vernon was brought here they should let me know. Never thought I would actually use it.", he said.

"And... I went to the mansion Solomon... I managed everything okay? I was with Margo when she explained what happened to the cop. Our family doesn't knows about it either, I thought you would like it that way."
"That is splendid, Lancelot."
"The only ones who know are a police officer and the crew in the ambulance. but you don't have to worry."
"Okay."
"Solomon, you can tell me anything. I know things can get... Blurry in your mind.  I heard Margos story but..." he sighed. "I'm not accusing you of anything... But if something really happened... I would understand."

He suspects...
I stared at him, and then smiled. "Margo said the true"
He sighed relieved. 

Good. Don't ask too much and sleep good at night.
"Alright... I'm just relieved you are alive... And the Morels... they worked for you since you bought the house. You never finish to know someone, huh. 

"Where are the bodies, Lancelot?"

"Don't worry about it."

I nodded.

"I hope you both can overcome this... It must've been traumatizing."
"Yes.."
"Okay... I'll leave now. This is the last time we talk about this. This never happened. Take care, and you owe me a big one, Salomon."
"I'll remember that.", I said.
"Oh, Lancelot, you are leaving?"
I turned around to his way again.
"Yeah, it's a pity that we reencounter each other in this situation, but, it's always a pleasure meeting you... Both."
"Right. Thank you for everything, really.", she smiled.
A genuine smile... Hmm, odd.
He grabbed her hand and kissed The back of it.
She blushed and he left.
"Uhm... I brought you oatmeal with banana."
I didn't reply.
"Feed me.", I said.
"Are you that lazy?"
Oh.
"Sorry, I will.", she said.
"Don't be a brat, love.", I said opening my mouth.
"Stop that with the names.", she said blushing as she fed me.
Hm... She's more honest with me now.
Well everything that we were both holding up was said.
Now we know what we think of each other.
There's no need for her to keep pretending.
That's good I guess...
And this is probably the first time she's allowed to give an opinion.
I'm okay with that, but she must not forget I'm her husband.
"You should call me names too."
"... I don't want to.", she fed me again.
"I didn't ask you.", I look at her. "And don't stare..."
"Don't talk with your mouth full... Love."
I grinned.
She blushed and looked away.
"...Weirdo". She said.
"I'm full.", I said with a plain voice.
"Oh, okay.", she said regaining composure. She was about to stand up when I grabbed her arm.
"Don't touch anyone if you aren't wearing gloves."
She tensed up.
"O-Okay... Sorry."
I let go of her.
I saw her as she walked in the hallway.
She receives glances and stares.
She is pretty, too pretty.
She obviously calls the attention, just by walking.
I smiled.
Dream on... She's married.