affection. --orginial ver.

III

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Mattia's pov.

"Because you're here. and I'm the one that killed your mother." He spoke so confidently, but he seemed concerned that i now knew.

I froze in the pool, and moved to get out. "y-you killed my mother?" My words stuttered as tears slipped out of my eyes.

"yeah. I understand if you wanna go inside and be by yourself. Or even leave if you want." He still held that stupid blunt to his lips, acting like it was nothing.

"No you're coming inside with me. We're gonna talk about it."

"woah woah woah, whos the one who got kidnapped here? Not me." He busted into laughter and waved me off.

I felt frustrated but he was right. I don't know why I was acting like I had some sort of authority. I literally got kidnapped by a 5"4 boy who smokes all the time.

"c'mon please!" I begged. He rolled his eyes and got out. He continued to glare at me, as he set the blunt down in an ashtray.

I took him inside and sat down at the dining table. He sat across from me, ushering me to speak. Because he definitely wasn't going to be speaking first.

"My mother is dead because of you."

"excellent observation."

"why? why'd you kill her?"

He stayed silent. "She was easy."

"that's it?"

"there is always more than one reason for my killings. Your mother? she was all up in my business. She didn't even work with the police. She kept up with my killings and was constantly on my ass." He admitted it.

It almost made sense now. My mom used to come home talking about Kairi all the time. It would only make sense that he killed her.

He didn't want to get caught. Especially by a woman who doesn't even work in the police department.

"Oh"

"yeah, oh." He leaned back and started to snicker, probably from the weed.

"how'd you know she was my mom?"

"I saw you with her a few times. I can only assume." He shrugged, ruffling up his own hair. "Also you're the lockscreen on her phone. i knew you looked familiar."

how the fuck did he get her phone? is he the person that called me on that day? what the hell is going on?

I couldn't move. I felt too overwhelmed that the person that killed my mom and now might possibly kill me, is sitting directly across from me.

"Listen I understand if you're upset and you want to be alone. Whatever you ask for I'll give it to you." He sighed, stretching in his seat.

"drive me to the police station."

I expected him to say no, and object. But he just kept the same, dull and bored facial expression and nodded.

He put a shirt on, then lead me to the car again. He drove rather quickly, almost as if he was excited to get rid of me.

"Thank you."

He smiled, "have fun snitching!" He then drove off and I was left standing in front of the station. I walked inside, smiled at the lady in the front desk.

"Hi, i'd like to report an incident i was recently in." I fake smiled, putting my hands over the shirt I put on before hand. My hand ran over the bandage that was slightly wet from the pool.