Summer's POV
It was getting late and Asher still hadn't came home. I had watched all the channels on the TV at least twice and ate everything out of the fridge. There's only so many time you can scroll through Instagram before you get bored. 10 minutes go by and nothing. I decided to ring him up. "Hello?" He said with the truck in the background. "Where are you?" I said worried "I'm just around the corner, see you in a minute!" I was relieved "Okay see you soon" I put the phone down.
Asher unlocked the front door and walked in. "Hello baby!" He said happily as he kissed me on the forehead. He jumped down onto the sofa and gave me a cuddle. "I have missed you so much." He smelt weird. "You smell strange. What have you been doing?" He looked at me shocked. "Oh it's nothing, just sweaty after work that's all." I was still curious, but took his word for it. "Right imma have a shower." I smiled at him. "Alright I'll make dinner." I put some microwavable mug pizzas in the microwave and waited for Asher to get out the shower. We sat at the dinner table, Asher was being quiet again. "Are you okay?" I asked trying to get eye contact from him, as he was looking down at the table. He said nothing and then sighed. "I've done something really bad." Tears started streaming down his face.
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The Night Of The Murder
Mystery / ThrillerTHIS STORY IS NOT COMPLETE- Summer (you're reading from her POV) wants to prove to society that she's not like her abusive parents, and wants to make a life of her own. Everything's running perfectly until one night... read on for more info ;)
