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WO chap.4

It was two weeks after the date and his whole personality has been a huge swing since then, one second he's nice and all giggly and stuff and the next seconds he's talking with his precious knives. One minute he's clinging onto me like his life depends on it, the next minutes he threatened to 'play' with me. This so bizarre for me, like, he can go from crying a river with thousands apologizes but then turn into a maniac who laughs like a mad scientist.

I've tried to talk to him, trying to understand why he did what he did. He almost slipped up twice but the rest he just ended up crying and saying what a fucked up he is or he ended up leaving me locked in the basement for a few hours before coming back with a hundred sweet nothings.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to push you" He loudly sobbed as he cuddled close to my chest. I rubbed his back reassuringly like I always did the past three days.

"It's okay, I wasn't behaving. It was my fault" I feed myself with my own bullshit. I did nothing wrong, to be honest, but whatever.

"No, it's not okay, I hurt you." His fingertips trailed to my cheekbones, stroking it carefully. Yes, I do have a bruise there since I face planted from the stairs. I believe his handprint also still there, remembering that he also slapped me, hard.

"It's okay. Let's just clean this up, shall we?" I asked him. He nodded his head as he stared into my eyes with big-teary blue eyes. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs towards the bathroom.

"I promise you I'll try my best to change," He told me while putting some ointment on my bruised cheek.

I really tried my best to understand him since the date. He made it crystal clear during the date that I won't go anywhere anytime soon so why not make it at least a tad bit feel normal? We talk like a friend should. We mess around as a best friend did. We cuddle just like a couple does.

I keep following his order like I always did to please him, but lately, his order has been over-limit for me. He asked me four times to join his murder. I don't want to make him upset and treat me like rubbish again, so at the fifth time he asked, I follow him. And since that night too, I've been having nightmares every time I close my eyes. Even if I'm not the one that killed them, I still am the one that feels guilty. I was there, watching them with my green eyes, and yet instead of helping them, I just stood there, silently watching George 'play' with them until the last breath left their body.

I keep reassuring myself that soon it'll all come to an end and I can get away from here, but you know what they said: "the reality isn't as pretty as the expectation". So, unwillingly I still follow his order, yeah, until that morning.

I was lying on my bed, staring the ceiling with a blank mind. My door suddenly flew open, revealing in-a-rush George.

"I'll be out real quick. You stay here and behave like a good boy I know you are, okay? I love you, Reece. I'll see ya in a few." He said excitedly before slamming my door again. Seconds later, the front door also slammed shut.

Now's my chance.
I jumped off of my bed, quickly rushed out to his room, the place where he put all the 'toys'. I opened his drawer one by one until I finally got what I need; a revolver

I took it out and hid it on my back pocket. The front door suddenly slammed open, causing panic ran in my bloodstream. I walked towards George, who was standing in the middle of the living room.

"Hey" I greeted him. He smiled widely at me, and no, it wasn't that wide smile he gave me the first day I was here, it was a genuine smile that reached his eyes, making it lighten up. Frankly, his smile suddenly made me nervous. I don't want to show any nerves, so I quickly plastered a smile on my face.

"Whatcha got on your back?" He asked me, noticing that my hand stayed still on my back. I smiled at him, noticing that his hand is in the same position as mine.

"What about you, what d'ya get over there?" I nodded to his hand and to my surprise he just smiled even wider with eyes as shiny as ever. I realized what that might be, silently praying for myself that I'll be quick enough to do it first.

"Let's play it fair, we'll get it out together in 3, deal?"

"Sure."

"3..." We both said in unison.

"2..." My smiled get bigger once the countdown is almost done.

"1."

A thunderous bang roared through the silence.
A bullet slithered briskly through his chest. A bouquet of daffodils fell down just as his body slumped.

A loud gasp escaped my lips, realising what I just did.
I dropped the revolver before hurrying towards him.

"George? George, please! Tell me you're just messing with me, please!" I shook him hard, and yet still got no response. I put his head on my lap, still trying to wake him up. I tried to find his pulse but I got nothing. The tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to fall.

"Georgie, please!" I tried again. I shook him again and again but still got nothing but the blood that keeps flooding out. I kissed his lips softly, hoping that some kind of miracle will come and give him back. We didn't leave in fairytale though, so nothing happens even after I kissed him.

"Georgie..." I hugged his lifeless body closer to me, not bothering about the blood that dirtying my clothes.

In a time like this, I just realised.
Even if he was a serial killer with his entire crazy obsession with human's blood, his kindness and how he treated me for these last 2 months and a half made it up for his evil thought. He made me fall, very, very deep without I even realised it. He got me wrapped around his small finger and I never knew that I love him. But it was all too late now. His lifeless body lied on the floor, his blood keeps flooding out from his chest. The once white daffodils are now red from his blood.

I hugged him as tight as he used to hug me when he just killed someone night before. I kissed his lips like he always did when I woke up in the morning. I cried a river like when he knew I was upset with him.

The loud sob keeps falling from my mouth, regrets filled my veins as I get surrounded by his blood. Oh, what a twisted love story this was.

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