Last chapter ended on... "I killed someone."


The night air seemed to drop ten degrees. My blood ran cold. He had to be kidding, right?

"Are you joking?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral. This was just like him; I was sort of naive and he used that to pull pranks on me often.

"No, I'm really not." His words were slurring together, he was talking so fast. "That guy on the local news-I killed him. God, it feels so good to tell someone!" He said with a half-crazed with relief laugh. My heart sped up. Oh, no, no, no... he was serious.

"You...really killed someone... Why?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I stared at my clasped hands. Keep him talking. Seem like you're on his side. Deep rooted instincts that I didn't know that I had surfaced to try to keep me alive. I'd never been afraid of being alone with him before, but now... what kept him from killing me?

Please, let him be lying.

"I was just... I was tired of being the 'perfect boy.'" He said,
looking at me. I met his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes. He looked half crazed, obviously hoping I would see his deranged logic. "No one's gonna miss him; he was an old guy. No kids or anything." He said. His expression obviously said 'that makes it better, right?' He seemed almost pleading. "Don't tell anyone, Casey."

"I already said I wouldn't." I said, looking away at the ground.

"Good." He said, hopping down from his truck. Nearly midnight; time to go home. "Otherwise, I might have to kill you too." His tone was joking, but underneath it was a hint of something sinister. I laughed as though I hadn't heard the undertone.

I looked out the window on the way home. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.


I didn't sleep that night. I mulled over the horrible confession in my mind and decided that I, of course, had to tell the cops... though it was going to be hard. I still loved him, though this caused a giant gap to form in our relationship.

I called him early the next morning. He wasn't around anyone, nor was I, so he felt free to talk.

He had, apparently, killed him with an unregistered pistol and worn only easily disposable clothes; he'd burned them after, then taken a shower. He'd worn gloves and generic shoes which he'd also disposed of. The pistol was sold and immediately taken out of state; the customer wasn't from anywhere near here. The... victim... lived in a neighborhood with no security cameras close enough to see his house. Josh had apparently thought of everything... and he also told me everything. He wanted to trust me, to believe that I wouldn't tell, so he simply ignored the blatantly obvious nearly-interrogation that I'd just given him.

"I'm glad you're there for me." He said.

I winced; my betrayal was justified. He had killed a man in cold blood, planned it for weeks.

Not aware that I was giving myself a mental peptalk, he continued talking. "I love you." He said. The words hurt, they physically hurt me deep in my heart.

"I love you, too." I replied, hanging up the phone.

The words still weren't a lie, not yet. I did still truly love him back when we were both in denial about each others plans. But, yes, he was making a plan... just in case I broke my promise.

He'd already found out that humans are easily silenceable. There was nothing in his mind, no matter how much I wished it to be so, that would stop him from...silencing...me if I made myself a problem.


Casey is trying to be as unnoticeable as possible... but it's hard to be unnoticeable when you know you have to turn in things like this.