Communication

Darrien

"I don't think he is dead,'' I manage as I run my hands through my hair from the frustration I feel right now.

"What did you do with his body?'' Beau asks me calmly.

I sigh because I don't even want to have to think about what happened after. I don't want to think about how I had to carry his body to the car, how I had to bury him in the woods. I don't want to have to think about how I became a monster to protect the man I love. I have done a lot of bad things in my life; I am no fucking saint but I have never killed someone that didn't fight back.

"I buried him. His heart was out of his chest, so I shouldn't even have these thoughts in my mind right now. The doubt that he might still be alive scares the fuck out of me.

"Why do you think he might still be alive. there must be a reason why you have these worries.''