Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

31 | Paradise Lost

Ricky's POV

Chris got back about 10 minutes ago, covered in blood. He didn't respond when I asked what happened. He just walked in the bathroom and turned the shower on.

I followed after him, sitting down on the counter as I watched him get in the shower. "Chris, what happened?"

"I'll tell you later."

I sighed. "What did you do? That's not your blood is it?"

I jumped down and picked up the clothes he dropped on the floor. It couldn't be his blood. There was too much.

I pulled his phone and keys out of his pocket, along with a second phone I'd never seen before. I tossed the clothes in the laundry basket and sat back on the counter with the other phone.

I unlocked it and the only thing open was the text message app. The name at the top read "daddy". Who's phone even is this?

The last thing sent was a video. I clicked on it and the video began to play.

There was a girl, maybe like 20, sitting on the floor. She was crying. Chris came in to view a moment later. I could only see his back but he had a gun in his hand. He threw the girl on the couch before walking around and grabbing her.

I stopped the video, having a fairly good idea of where this was going.

"Hey, Chris?"

"Mm?"

"Who's phone is this?" I asked, setting it on the counter.

He didn't respond.

"Chris, I saw the video. Who is that?" I asked, my voice quiet.

I don't want him to get upset. I don't know what's going through his head or who that is. There's gotta be a reason for it.

I mean, I don't know that he killed her for sure, but judging by the amount of blood on his clothes...

"His daughter." He whispered after a long silence.

"His daughter?" I echoed. "You killed his daughter?"

"Yes."

I bit my lip. I was hoping he would say he didn't kill her. I don't know why I thought he'd say something different. "Why?"

"He took someone from me— multiple people— so, I took someone from him."

I sighed. "You might've just made this whole thing worse."

I understand why he does what he does, I do, but it scares me. I know he wouldn't, but I worry he might snap and kill me. He's not as bad as people say, but I worry. He scares me sometimes.

"I know." He mumbled. "He's gonna come. I already spoke to him."

"What? Chris, we need to leave-"

"No!" He growled. "I'm done running from him. I don't fear him. Let him try to hurt anyone in this house, watch what happens."

"Chris, I...I don't know this man like you do, but he seems like someone worth fearing. I'm afraid of him. He killed Ryan. He almost killed you..."

"We'll be fine."

I sighed. "Whatever you say."

I went back in the bedroom.

I heard the shower turn off a few moments later. I watched him walk out of the bathroom in just a towel. He came over by me and sat on the edge of the bed.

He didn't say anything as he reached over. He pushed my hair out if my face and brushed his thumb over my cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.