The job was done. Peach was dead, and I was back to the store before you could say 'good'. It was already over the news by the next morning. I was in the store when I over heared it from the television. If I said I felt bad I killed you, it would be the understatement of the year. Cause the truth was, I was very happy you were finally away from one lives. I'm so sorry beck, but I had to do it. Now, we can have our happily ever after.

"I wonder who would do such thing." Emmy mummered, as she watched the news. "What do you think, Ellie? " she asked turning to me.

I shrugged. "I'm not really into that kind of thing. The mere thought of death bothers me. I get nightmares. "

She laughed softly. "Of course. The saint Elliott doesn't like the sound of death. Who would've thought? " she said sarcastically.

"I'm not a saint. " I tried to defend. But it was really all an act. I wanted her to think I was. That way, she'll never suspect I had anything to do with it.

"You don't have to deny it, Elliott. Don't worry, your secret is safe with..." She stopped as she glanced at the door as it opened. I followed her gaze to find you there, your eyes swollen and red. Your nose and cheecks as red as a tomato. You've been crying no doubt. I rushed over to you.

"Beck? " I said. "Beck, are you okay? " I asked worry laced in my voice. You sniffed a little, before you looked at me.

"Can we go somewhere private, please? " you asked almost choking on your own tears.

"sure. My place?"
You nodded.

I turned to Emmy, dipping my hand into my pocket to bring out the key. "Emerald, please lock up the store. Here's the key. " I tossed the key to her. "Can you handle it? "

"Yes. Don't worry. Now go. " She said urgently.

"Thanks Emmy. "I said sending her a grateful smile. "Come one. " I placed my hand on your back and led you out the store. Into my car before we drove to my place.

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You sat on my cushion while I made you tea. Pouring it into a mug, I went to my living room, and placed it on the little table in front of us, while I sat next to you.

"I don't want tea. Give me whiskey. " You monotoned.

"You should take tea, beck. "

"No, please give me whiskey or vodka or tequila shots. Anything. Please. "

I sighed. "Okay. " I breathe. I stood up, and went to my bar. I made martine in two cups. One cup is enough to get you tipsy.

"Here. " You took it immediately and gulped down the drink.

"Thank you. " You whispered.

"My pleasure. Now, will you tell me what's wrong? " I asked even though I had a pretty good idea what.

"I think I killed someone. "

Okay, I was not expecting that.

"What do you mean you killed someone?!" I panicked.

"Peach, my best friend? The one who asked me to go to Paris with her? "

"Uh, I think I remember. " I said.

"Well, she's dead. " You sobbed. "Dead. And I killed her. "

You killed her?

"I don't understand what's going on here, beck. "

"She told me she was scared. She begged me to stay. But I left. I left her and now she's dead. I killed her, Elliot, I killed her. " You took the second shot and poured it down.

I exhaled and grabbed your hand. "Beck, listen to me. You didn't kill her. You didn't. "

"But if I was still there, she might be alive. If I didn't leave, she might still be here. It's all my fault, you went full on crying now, shaking as you did so.

"Beck, you have to calm down. Nine of this is your fault. You didn't know any of this would happen. I know you have good reasons to leave. I'm sure of it. Yes, maybe you might have been able to save her if you were there. Or you might have also died with her. Whoever did this might have also killed you too. And I'm sure not even peach would want that. Right? "

You nodded, hesitantly, as you starred at me. Studying every Conor of my face. I've been told I have killer eyes, so I wouldn't be surprised if you were captivated.

"So, everything that happened happened for a reason." I concluded. "So, now would you quit beating yourself up? " I whispered.

" Okay, " You said nodding. Our eys locked and I held your gaze. You cocked your head to the side and little.

"Have you always had kissable lips? "

"Wha---" I claimed your lips. I kissed you deeply, but, pulled away, when you didn't return any it them. I opened my eyes to find you, to find you starting at me. You didn't want that. I should have known. I'm so stupid.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came ov----" I couldn't complete my sentence because a pair of lips had already captured mine. I closed my eyes and welcomed the feeling it brought to me. You gripped my shirt, pulling me closer to you. I stood up, carrying you with me still never breaking contact. I hoisted you up, and you wrapped your hands around my neck, as we continued to kiss.

You tasted like caramel apple pie which my would be because if the shots you had. Was this all because if the shot? Do you really wanted this or you were just influenced by the alcohol.

But I couldn't think anymore. Oh no. Not when you had started to grind your hips against mine. I felt hot all over. I felt your hands fumble with the buttons in my shirt. Maybe you really were doing this because of the shot. I pulled back.

"Are you sure about this, beck? "

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life. " You whispered, using your thumb to draw circles on my lower lip. "Now would you please, please me? "

"My pleasure. " I grinned, smashing my lips I'm yours again. Our tongues danced with each other and I trusted my tongue down your throat. I ran my hand up your thighs gripping your upper thigh. My grip on your thigh deepened when you moaned continuously against my lips.

I felt my shirt slip down my ad it fell to the floor. And soon enough, they all did.

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I got my happily ever after. We've been together ever since, and everything has been wonderful. We're like the epitome of the perfect couple. I didn't kill anyone else, thank God, since you were well, with me. But I still couldn't stop myself from getting jealous every once in a while. Especially when I see you with that perverted teacher in your school who is always using every opportunity he gets to fell your bra.

But apart from that, everything else has been splendid. I wouldn't exactly call us boyfriend and girlfriend because I hadn't ask you yet, and we hadn't even exchange the three special words. Buy we were something and I knew it.

Sitting by the table across from you, on my dinning table as we had lunch, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about everything I did just to get you. I killed people. I didn't want to. But I was glad I did.

"Would you stop already? " you ask a playful smile on your face.

"What? "

"You've been staring for the past couple of minutes. It's getting kinda creepy. " You ended with a laugh letting me know you were joking.

"Can't I stare at the beautiful lady I'm with? " I kid.

You blushed a little as you gave me sent my your signature smile.

"You and your sugar coated mouth."
I chuckled, before returning to my food. The grin on my face disappeared when I saw your phone flash again. This is the hundredth time now. I've been trying to ignore it, and so have you, but it just kept ringing and ringing.

"Maybe you should answer it. " I said.

"Nah. It's not important. It's just my therapist. "

Say what now?
"You have a therapist?"

"Yeah. I added around the time when peach died. He's really helped me. "

"Why? "

"Well, I couldn't live with myself after peach died. So, I went to a therapist and he's been helping. I'm doing a lot more better then before now. "

But why does he keep calling? What does he want at this time of the night? Does he want something from you? I have a bad feeling about that guy

"I don't want to to see him, anymore beck. "

"What?" you laughed a little. "You're kidding right? "

"No. " I deadpanned.

"Well, I'm sorry to bust you're bubble, but I'm not going to stop see my therapist. He's the most important thing in my life right now. "

Did you really just say that?!
"What? " I breathe.

"I'm sorry, but you know what I mean. "

"Uh, no. I don't. " I breathe.

"Look I don't really care what you think. You don't get to decide who I can and cannot see. " You got up, angrily, and threw your napkin across the table.

" You don't have to leave. " I said as I stood up to you.

"I think I do. " you muttered, grabbing your purse before walking out the door. I signed.

How did that go wrong so fast? Oh right. Your therapist. I thought we had our happily ever after, but I was wrong. I guess I still have my work cut out for me.

Your therapist needs to go.