A quiet groan escaped Aaron’s mouth as he splashed some cold water on his face, his body hunched over the bathroom’s sink as he stared at his reflection in the mirror opposite him.
His black hair had grown longer than he usually allowed it to, somewhat covering the gloomy look he was attempting to give himself.
Lips slightly chapped from the cold winter weather, the boy futilely licked his lips before moving his attention to his hands.
They looked like they had always looked. Just a normal pair of hands. Not overly groomed nor dirty, usually neatly clipped nails overgrown long enough to draw blood if he balled his hands into a fist hard enough.
“Are these really the hands of a killer? Am I really… a murderer?” He solemnly queried, some small part of him hoping that an omniscient being would come down from their heavenly abode and console his worries away.
Regardless of whether he liked it or not, he had technically taken a life. And the one witness to his “crime” had called him a murderer.
“No. What I did was… it was justified. Had I not done such a thing, Chloe would have died. It simply had to be done.” He reasoned to himself.
Aaron quickly shook his head and dismissed the terrible thought, once again splashing his head with cold tap water.
Perhaps that would help ward away such damaging thoughts.
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Slightly out of breath, the brunet gasped out for air, only to find himself once again caught in Chloe’s grasp.
How she had gotten so good at this type of stuff was beyond him. By all means he should have been the dominant one in this irregular relationship of theirs.
Managing to push the small orange-haired girl away from his lips, he heard a low whine erupt from Chloe, followed by both of them ravenously inhaling oxygen.
The small girl was first to recover, but instead of diving right back into where they left off, she sat still atop the emerald-orbed boy, sitting just above his pelvis, staring at Aaron.
Aaron, still gasping for air, caught a glimpse of the small, orange-haired girl’s frivolous appearance, beads of sweat running down every visible crevasse of her body.
His emerald orbs met her cold gaze, instantly causing a cold sweat to run down his spine.
Her golden orb tore into his soul, tearing him apart. Almost as if her gaze was full of disgust for the boy, questioning why she was doing all this.
Slashed lips opening to form sharpened words, the small girl spoke, each sentence weighing heavy upon the boy’s consciousness.
“Do you think that you’re not at fault for killing that girl?” She questioned, her two small hands digging into his chest’s skin, sending out a sharp wave of pain within his mind.
Aaron was too out of breath to reply, instead choosing to melancholically gaze upwards towards his bedroom ceiling, forcefully averting her accusatory gaze.
Chloe’s long orange locks flowing freely down her body, covering her like a robe as a cruel smile grew upon her lips, more weaponised words following from her last assault.
“I’ve seen your type; you’re just like my mother. Trying to escape from the guilt of your actions, never facing reality. Always making excuses.” She stated, as if it were an irrefutable fact.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
Then, she slowly leaned down closer to Aaron, the boy flinching when he felt the cold contact of their bare skin together, and whispered quietly in his ear.
“But don’t worry; I’ll still accept you for who you truly are, whether that is as a dirty murderer or not. Because I love you, Aaron. And I know you love me too.”
Slowly moving her hands upwards from his chest to his neck, Chloe pulled him closer and kissed him, the brunet still in a state of disbelief from registering what the small orange-haired girl had just said to him.
“So either way she’ll love and accept me?” Aaron inwardly cried out, slightly relieved to have someone stand by his side no matter what would happen next.
Deep down, the boy had been constantly worried about what would happen to him next. Perhaps he’d be sent to prison for the rest of his life, forced to go insane within the confines of four cold walls.
Taking a more dominant role, Aaron promised himself that no matter what would happen in the future, at the very least he would make sure no harm would come to his small childhood friend.
Perhaps he’d made a series of incredibly poor decisions.
Maybe if he’d been a bit cooler headed, he would have just called the cops and explained everything to them.
But he hadn’t been in his right mind in those frantic moments. I mean, who would be? Watching the life pour out of someone as a result of their direct actions would freak anyone out.
That insanely cold feeling emerging from his stomach, devouring his entire body as the insidious realisation of what he’d just done dominated his mind.
And then being blamed by the very person you tried to save.
But nothing mattered now.
Now all that mattered was Chloe.
And finding a solution on how to get rid of that damned body.
For now, he’d have to continue his crazy act in front of Chloe. That was the only way he could think of to reliably control her antics.
And slowly, even the guilt from manipulating the small orange-haired girl was fading away.
“Perhaps…perhaps I’ll become a true monster.”
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Holding back the urge to burst out into a fit of laughter, Chloe had one last squeeze of Aaron’s warm body before slinking out of his bed, equipping a few garments and a baking apron that she’d stolen from their kitchen.
Grimacing due to the feeling of exhaustion that stemmed from her legs, Chloe stood still for a few seconds before resuming her plan.
Now was the time for action.
Hearing the brunet’s stable breathing in the background the small orange-haired girl slowly exited his room and moved towards her first prey of the night.
“Oh, I love how strong he’s trying to act! It’s so adorable… I could really just eat him up! Well, I just did, but whatever, get your mind on track, Chloe!” She mentally scolded herself as she pleasantly hummed a quiet tune to herself.
Entering Camelia’s room, Chloe listened to the small girl’s breathing before confirming that she was indeed asleep.
Picking up a big pillow, the small orange-haired girl smiled and started to smother her beloved’s sister, guiding her to the afterlife.
A few seconds passed and then ten, twenty and half a minute.
Chloe’s eyebrow raised slightly due to the lack of resistance from the small girl.
“Those drugs really did the trick, huh. Well, I’m honestly surprised that she hasn’t died from an overdose yet. The amount of sleeping pills I gave her was not a small amount to say the least.”
Chloe’s lips crept upwards as she felt that this job was going to be easier than she had previously thought.
And then, soon Camelia’s breathing stopped.
Checking that the small girl was indeed dead, the small girl lowered her head to Camelia’s chest, letting out a small laugh when she failed to hear any heartbeat.
“Dumb bitch really up and died, huh.”
Standing up, she discarded the pillow and stretched her back to shake off the bout of stiffness she felt.
Turning around, she let out a small frightened gasp as she saw a blackened figure that stood less than ten centre meters away from her.
Their brown orbs where completely bloodshot, skin colour a deep shade of purple. The corpse’s neck seemed to have been broken in multiple places, loosely moving around to and fro, sometimes threatening to hit Chloe.
The small orange-haired girl grimaced as her orb roamed over the ashened figure’s appearance.
“That was fast you little fucker! I guess you really wanted to get some revenge as quick as possible, huh?” She cursed at the corpse, almost wanting to launch a kick at the bitch.
Folding the small girl up into a ball, Chloe pushed her into the large duffle bag that she’d used to bring items over, just barely fitting Camelia in the container.
“I’m gonna have to cut the old fucker up to fit him into one of these bags… and there’s gonna have to be multiple trips… for fucks sake… the things I do for you, Aaron…”