Whip's Whisper

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Tristan's POV

   I got in the car and placed the bag in the passenger seat, still on a FaceTime call with Jen. She told me to leave my camera on but turned hers off which I didn't argue with. I started driving back to the house.
"You want anything to eat?" I asked and she denied. "Well do you want anything else?"
"I just want you...here with me", She responded. I stopped the car slowly at a light and smiled into the camera. The store was like 15 minutes away from her house.
"In a few minutes, daddy'll be right there with you", I told her and I heard her chuckle. "I love you", she said to me.
"I love you too", I reciprocated.

    The double gates opened and I drove down the pathway. I parked and got out of the car.
"Baby? Baby?" I called walking to the door.
"Hmm?" Her voice replied.
"Im coming in now", I told her and suddenly the call failed. I wasn't alarmed by it, I just thought she saw no use in talking on the phone if I was already here.

   You can imagine how confused I was when I opened the front door and saw nothing. The furniture, the paintings, the scent of life-all of it was gone. It was like no one lived here at all.

  I stood there in confusion and ran upstairs to the bedroom. I quickly looked in and nothing but carpet. I tried the bathroom and it was the same. Just when I was about to try the play room, the front door was rammed open and soon, police men were pouring in and aiming their guns at me.

"FREEZE!"

"HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD! GET ON THE GROUND!"

  I did as directed while staring into the bathroom floor where Jennifer's blood had drained a moment ago. I told myself I was going to clean it.
  Tears of realization trickled down my face as my hands were cuffed behind my back. I was roughly  pulled to my feet and shoved into the backseat of a police car watching as more and more people came to see the scene. I listened to the lady speaking in front of the cameras.
"...linked in the killing of 20 people and possibly more..."
   I tuned the rest of it out and focused on my thoughts.

She left me.

She said she wouldn't leave and she still left.

   The police held me in contempt because it was assumed that I was working with Jennifer but due to my family's lawyer, my mom's and Kristen's testimony, they flipped the story saying she kidnapped me. I was angered listening to how they totally butchered Jennifer's name.
   Nevertheless the story sold, especially when the police uncovered the photos Jennifer took of me. They were in the playroom, taped on the wall and forming a heart. Every second that I sat there thinking about how what she considered to be a parting gift was completely used against her made the vein in my neck throb. Or maybe she knew it would happen.
Maybe she planned this whole thing.

   What really fucked me up though was when evidence came back that Jennifer didn't even exist! Matter of fact, Jennifer died the day before she left. I tried explaining that I saw her gushing blood on the bathroom floor, that I was the one to sew and clean her up. For fuck sake, she DIED IN MY ARMS.

  Well my entire story was totaled up, wrapped in a pink gift box with a mint green bow and given to the public with a note saying that I was delusional and needed a psychological evaluation.
  It was perfect...one of the smoothest criminals-one of the only criminals- that I've come face to face. I should've known though.

I mean come on, was I that gullible?

   I got my life back more or less. I was subjected to 6 months of therapy and given anti-depressants because I still couldn't grasp what had happened. I didn't know what to do anymore, its like my life was pulled from under me. Jennifer was bad but..it wasn't her fault. People fail to realize that others do things because of what happened to them. You think killers just got up and said 'Hey Im gonna kill everybody'? No of course not. If you dug deep enough you'd find abuse or bullying or that sort and in Jen's case, it was rape. She was raped by people she trusted and I understood that. She trusted me...but now she's gone. Probably forever.
   Kristen on the other hand, loved how vulnerable I became. I was like a newborn baby and she mooched onto me, clinging onto my emotions like it were a tree. We were even on the process of getting back together and everything was getting back to 'normal' except for me who simply just bit the bullet.

   Every night, I checked the phone Jennifer gave to me in hopes that one day she'd call again. But she didn't.

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