Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

10 | Electric City

I opened my eyes, looking around the unfamiliar room. Where am I- oh. I stayed with Chris.

He was asleep next to me, one of his hands resting on my thigh and the other was under my head. He tried to turn to look at him but it was a weird angle and it kinda hurt my neck. I rolled over, trying my hardest not to wake him up.

I stared at his face. He looked nice when he was asleep. He wasn't scary. He can't be that bad.

Over his shoulder, I caught a glimpse of the weapons he put down last night. If he did kill someone, it was a bad person. He isn't that bad. He was nice to me last night. He was mean to me when I first met him, but now he's fine. He can't be as bad as everyone says.

Maybe Ash is wrong about him. Maybe she has him all wrong. Maybe he doesn't kill everyone he sleeps with. I don't want to die. I don't think he'll kill me. But if he doesn't kill his lovers, why do they keep turning up dead or going missing? Who would do that?

But what if he does want to kill me? Maybe he just used me. Maybe all he wanted was to fuck me so he could get me close enough to kill me.

"What're you looking at?" I heard him whisper.

I jumped. His eyes were still closed. How did he know I was looking at him? "N-Nothing."

"Mhm." He replied, rolling onto his back.

He opened his eyes and stretched his arms above his head. I took a moment to look at his body. I didn't get a good look last night. He was covered into tattoos. And under some of the tattoos were big raised scars. I wonder what those are from.

I saw him reach down. I watched him closely. Is he grabbing the gun from the drawer? Or the knives?

I don't wanna die.

He brought his hand back up quickly.

I gasped and jumped back, shielding my face with my hands.

"What-"

"I don't wanna die...Please." I whimpered.

"Die? What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked, sitting up.

His phone.

He was holding his phone.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He was just grabbing his phone. He didn't grab a gun or a knife. He couldn't kill me with his phone. I think.

"Uh, I-I thought you were gonna...Um, kill me."

"Why would I do that?"

"Someone, um, m-my friend told me that you kill everyone you sleep with." I mumbled.

"Where did they get that idea?" He asked. "I've never killed anyone I've slept with."

"I-I don't really know. She just told me that."

He sighed. "It's that girl, isn't it? Ashley, I think her name is?"

I didn't respond. How did he know Ash?

"That girl has been the biggest thorn in my side for months."

"How?" I asked after a moment.

"Her friend and I were seeing each other. He died." He explained. "She blamed me and tried to connect me to the deaths of other people I've been with. There is an explanation for the deaths. I just don't see the need to go into to detail about it with people I don't trust."

"O-Oh. Okay."

So she does have him wrong. He's not gonna kill me. I hope.

I looked over at him. He seemed to be deep in thought. He was spaced out, staring at the wall.