𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝙸:𝙸 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑é𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚝

★𝘐𝘯 𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴★

((Timothée is a serial killer in this one, and it touches on serious topics, just a quick warning.))

The cold air seared my lungs as I ran faster and faster, the tree trunks passing as they flew by in a blur. If I had told myself that this was what I would be doing on my anniversary, I would have laughed. But I wasn't laughing now.

"Y/N!!" My husband's voice echoed through the branches of the trees, the wind nipping my neck. 

I was honestly excited for our anniversary. It was supposed to be a romantic getaway in the calm mountain air in a cabin where the closest town was 15 minutes away. Something that Tim and I had been planning for months. 

Just 30 minutes prior, we were eating a meal he had cooked when someone came knocking at the door. It was a family whose car had broken down on the side of the trail. Tim let them in to use the phone. I went into the other room to grab some blankets for the girl who looked around 16 and a boy who looked to be 8. 

Next thing I knew, I heard loud screaming and struggling, crashes and bangs. I rushed out and there he was... his once white button-up shirt covered in blood, the father with his neck slit, the mother with several stab wounds, the two children struggling to breathe as they were stabbed as well. 

I was paralyzed. Not everyone has a murderous husband. Tim was a sweet man, I never knew him to do anything like this. And as I stood there, tears beginning to cloud up my eyes, the crazed look in Tim's eyes didn't fade as his eyes glazed over my body. In any other circumstance, I would be turned on. But in this instance, I was nothing short of terrified. 

As he stood there with the knife in his hand, he had a small smirk on his face. He enjoyed it. This crazy fucker enjoyed it. I bolted towards the door, Tim barely reaching me in time, his body slamming into the door-frame, giving me time to run. I don't know where I was running. I didn't care. 

And so there I was. In the middle of the forest, looking to where I should go next. 

I then made the dumbest decision I had ever made in my entire life. I had stopped. My feet stopped moving, and I just stood there. It was too much for me. I hyperventilated, my head looking in every direction, trying to make up where it wanted to go. But the bottom of my shoes stayed planted firmly to the ground. Everything Timmy and I had been though... It started to flash through my mind like a flipbook I would make when I was younger, or one of those old-fashioned picture shows. A movie if you will. 

Our wedding day, how happy I was. How happy he was. Everyone there clapping as he kissed me at the alter. And the honeymoon. How passionate everything was at that point. How he told me that he would never let anything or anyone come between us. It sounds more ominous now than it did then. Every moment. Every second. Tim was my sanctuary. And now that was gone.  

It didn't take long for the loud crunching of leaves behind me to bring me back to my senses. I tried to run, but by then it was too late, as I felt his arms wrap around me, the soft glimmer of the large blade in his right hand making me want to scream. I opened my mouth to do so, but not one sound came out. 

Timothée's face was right next to mine, his torso completely pressed up against my back. 

"You... You weren't supposed to see any of that."

His words echoed through my head, my legs feeling weak. I said nothing. 

"You know I would never betray you... right?" His cheek brushed against mine, "You wouldn't betray me right?"

"I-I d-don't... I wouldn't-"

"No..." he paused and let out a soft chuckle, "I know you wouldn't."

He turned me around, my eyes meeting his. His face had blood splattered across it, this shirt still stained crimson. Some of the hair on the top of his head looked sticky because of the blood that landed on his head. 

I glanced at the knife in his hand. He obviously got the hint, as he cast a nervous smile and looked down. 

"Of course, um-" He stopped, throwing the knife to the side. 

Tears were still silently streaming down my face, Tim looking into my eyes as I stared back at his. He then grabbed me, hugging me tightly, one of his hands pushing the back of my head into his shoulder. I felt his chest move sporadically. Like he was laughing. But it didn't take long for me to realize he was crying. 

The arms that were slumped down at my sides gently rose up and lightly hugged him back. My face was still stone cold. 

"Y-You know... that I would never hurt you.. right?" He hugged me tighter.

I didn't know what to say. He was becoming more and more unhinged. 

"Yes." was all I could get out. 

Tim pulled back, putting both hands on each side of my face, surely smearing blood on across my cheeks. 

He then pulled me in for a kiss, and I surprisingly kissed back. I couldn't help it. I loved him. I wouldn't know that do without him. I could never lose him. 

"Come on." He pulled back nonchalantly. "Let's go clean up."

And as if my body had a mind of its own, I took his hand, walking back to the cabin that I thought I would never have to see again.