𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑. joe goldberg

his story: five

[WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES DEATH, BLOOD, DARK LOGIC ETC, DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF ANY OF THOSE TOPICS ARE TRIGGERS/YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH.]

it was monday. you still hadn't visited me yet. i thought i had you hook line and sinker, but it appears you're more work than that. by all means, i am not taking you for granted, i just had hoped that you were a little.. easier? no thats the wrong term.. i had hoped you werent as moody as beck. and you arent! but i guess with every girl, comes its individual challenges.

and one of those challenges would be caine. i followed you for a bit, and saw you going for lunch with caine and isabella. i was fuming. caine was so obviously into you, and if i didnt do something now, he might do something dangerous. i tailed you for a little bit until the three of you split up. i followed you home, and saw you through the window. you were taking off your shoes and coat. i honestly dont know why i did this, but i bolted up the stairs and entered your house. not a smart move, i know; it was a pure act of emotion. definitely not like me. i watched you through the slight crack in the bathroom door, bathing. the longer i watched, the harder i got.

what am i doing!
she could catch me.
i need to leave.

i ran to the kitchen, making a sudden turn, and made a loud bang of the pots and pans. shit shit shit shit! i shoved them all back together, running out the door, trying not to make any noise. as soon i was out, i could see you inspecting your apartment with worry. fuck.

i was pulled out of my worried trance when i spotted caine, lurking in the alleys of your house. i knew it! he was going to try something on you. i need to take care of him. but it was late at night. i couldnt do it right now. all i could do was wait for him to leave.

it was now wednesday. i went home at 3am on monday. i knew caines full name(from charlies socials.) caine abel. i searched through his social media accounts all night, and found where he lived. he worked a construction job at 5pm until 11.

i waited a while before he went to work. i stayed for quite some time, and luckily, he was the last one left to leave at his job. i quickly inspected the scene. the site was building an apartment complex. there were countless machines around the area. i watched as he cleaned up.

there was a wooden log, hanging by the thread of the rope; attached to a bar of metal. assuming that it would fall, it would crush caine. to get it to fall, i would need the (very unstable) bar of metal to move. it wasnt very high up, and by hitting it multiple times, bingo. the wooden log(and the metal bar) both fell over, landing on caine with a satifying crunch. the log and the bar were both stained; a pool forming underneath caine. i nearly threw up at the sight, and oh the smell! but i suppressed it, just barely gagging. the smell blood gives out, is foul.

this was great honestly. he was dead. he was dead. i— i killed him. he was dead. he had family— he—
my eyes started to blur, and i could feel myself trembling. i tripped over myself, looking to the sight of the body. the once small pool was now large, staining everything around it. i nearly threw up(again.) i killed him. but— it was for you. its all for you. im fine. if it was all for you, then its fine. this is for us. aside from pushing the bar, nothing was my fault. it was all a construction fatality. and i didnt even push the bar! i was merely there when the wind knocked it over. yeah. im completely innocent.

i fled the scene, quickly.
[ SORRY FOR SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER(-.-;) ]