The Wife (Sequel to SUGAR)

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Leah's pov

"He what."Sugar says.

"Don't give me that look Sugar, you know I hate that look."i huff.

"This look? This 'I'm about to kill someone' look?"he says as he attempts to stand.

I pull him back into bed.

"No, I don't want you to kill him."i say softly.

"Did you hear the words that came out of your mouth 10 seconds ago? The boy is too far gone!"Sugar whisper yells at me.

"No, Sugar, he isn't. He's acting out because he thinks he's better than you."I say.

"First of all, no one is better than me, I am the greatest. And second of all, are you genuinely listening to yourself right now?"he says.

"He threatened to kill you Sugar!"i say.

"A threat is all it was! The wanker hasn't the balls to go through with anything like that!"he says.

"He just stabbed the man that raised him from birth 147 times, what do you think he'll do to the man who donated sperm?"I say, folding my arms.

"So we get him before he has the chance!"Stephen says angrily. 

"You won't. Because you can't kill people that you love."I say quietly. 

He huffs, pressing his forehead against mine.

"I wish you couldn't see through me so well."he says, making me chuckle.

"Isn't that the wife's job?"i smile.

"If I weren't worried i'd induce birth, I'd show you what a husbands job is."he smirks.

"Stop trying to distract me, Sug."i smile, making him groan.

"Fine, what do you plan on doing then?"he asks quietly. 

"We just have to make him think that murder isn't the answer."I shrug.

"Have you met me?"he asks.

"Sugar, he's young, he impressionable."i say.

"Aren't you guys like the same age?"

"Stop rebuttalling everything I say!"i snap.

"Come to think about it, you guys might be perfect for each other."he says.

"Sugar!"i say, pushing his chest.

"I'll tell you what. We'll do things your way for the next 7 days, and if that doesn't work, we're doing it my way."he says quietly.

"Define your way."i say.

"We'll have to see what happens."

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Ethan's pov

I lay quietly on my couch, starring at the ceiling. I hear faint voices, Sugar and Leah talking across the hall. I can only make out certain words they say. I stroke the knife I held against my chest as I hear their bedroom door open.

"Ethan!"Sugar calls.

I huff, placing the knife under the couch cushion. I stand up and leave my room, walking into the livingroom where he was coating the bloody carpet with baking soda.

"Help me with the body."he demands. 

I walk over to my fathers corpse.

"What do I do with it?"I ask.

"Basement, hose him down."He says as I pull my dad's body off the couch. 

I grunt as I lift him over my shoulder. I walk with him out the back door and to the basement door. I kick it open and then drop his body, letting in tumble down the stairs. Once he hits the base I walk down the stairs do his body.

I then drag him over to the showerwall, picking up the hose. I hear footsteps at the top of the basement stairs and lean back, looking up.

I see Sugar standing at the top of the stairs, looking at his watch.

"What are you doing?"I ask.

"You want to be a killer so badly?"he asks.

"Sugar."i say, sternly.

"A real killer, would have that body cleaned and chopped within the next hour."Sugar says, gripping the basement door.

"Don't you dare!"i yell angrily at him.

"If it's not done within the next 50 minutes. This will be your new home for the next week."Sugar says coldly.

I take off running up the stairs, but before I get there he slams the door, locking it.

"Sugar! Sugar! Fuck!"i yell, bashing myself against the door to no avail.

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Leah's pov

I huff, crossing my arms as I walk out to Sugar, hearing Ethan grunt as he throws himself against the door.

"Let me out! Fucking let me out!"Ethan yells.

"How long does he have?"i ask, making Sugar check his watch.

"Less then an hour."he says. 

I look at the basement door vibrate as he aggressively bashes against it.

"For his sake, I hope he finishes early."i say, quietly.