Paul's POV

I've been a mess since the whole incident with Violetta. It ached my heart to see her so sad and hurt, all because of me. There are a lot of secrets from my past that I never wanted to reveal. A lot of lies that have been told.

I've been trying to reach her since the occurrence but she blocked my number. I thought she might have waited a while, considering everything went down just yesterday, but she didn't waste time to cut me off. How could I blame her anyway?

It was absurd for her to think I was her rapist in my opinion. If I was the one who raped her, I would've said it a long time ago and taken responsibility for her children. After all, I've been in love with her for years now, and I mean, who wouldn't? She's just so beautiful and kind.

Anger is truly dangerous. People say many things in a fit of rage. Most they mean and some they don't, but either way, I got myself busted because of plain rage.

I have done some messed up things so I'm not surprised she's let me go. Even if it wasn't for this reason, it was bound to happen.

I jumped onto my soft bed and let myself relax in the sheets, hoping I could get some sleep. It might seem odd but I know who raped Violetta. I was just too selfish to say anything because I wanted to keep her. The culprit wanted to make things right and he tried to, but he was too much of a coward... Just like me.

"I'm not a rapist and I never will be", I thought aloud as my eyes began to close. I'm something worse than that.

I'm a murderer...

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Paul's POV (A few years ago)

The same rich kid- poor kid town. The rich get away with almost everything while the poor suffer for it. I'm not the kind to snitch or blackmail but I would if necessary.

"I know you raped her. The girl from the other street, in the alley. I saw you" I confessed to Dave as I stared at his father's dead body, covered in blood. "Haha," he laughed maniacly then continued. "Ok, ok. I raped someone. You killed someone. Who do you think is gonna suffer more."

"You don't even like your father, so why are you doing this?" I screamed. "Because... I'm leaving and you might think I did what I did for no reason" he began but I couldn't take this bullshit. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Yes. You did what you did for no reason."

"Ok, ok", he yelled. "I did it! And I regret it but I'm leaving, so I need you to take care of her", he authorized. "And why would I do that?" I walked towards him slowly. "Because if you don't. You're going to Juvi till you turn eighteen. And after, you'll go to prison for only God knows how long" he threatened.

"I can't find her. So I need you to wait behind and look for her. And when you find her, just... Take good care of her and treat her well. That's all I'm asking of you", he said. That bastard. He raped a poor girl and is too much of a coward to take responsibility for it. How the fuck could he say he couldn't find her when he has enough power to find anyone he wants at any time.

"If you can't find her then how exactly do you think I'll do it", I asked. "You'll figure it out. Like you always do".

"I could figure it out or I could report you for rape and we'll both go to jail together. For a long long time." I endangered. "Rape. I could get away with that very easily. Now let's look at your situation... Murder! I have evidence, and your fingerprints are all over the gun. You can try to get rid of it. But you can't quite get rid of the body that you already touched"

Shit. He's right.

"I killed him in defense and you know it" I hit the table in anger. "Mhh. You need to work on that anger issue of yours. You shot him five times... Five fucking bullets in his body. That's not defense anymore, now that's rage. At least manslaughter." he explained.

"Your such a fucking coward Dave"

"I know, but anyway, take the back door in the kitchen and get the fuck out of here," he ordered sternly. I could see the anger and disappointment in his eyes. He knew what he was doing was wrong; Blackmailing me for defending myself from his gay pedophilic father and making me take responsibility for his actions.

Fucking dickhead.

I proceeded to leave the room but was stopped by his voice, making me turn around to face him. "Also, I mean it when I say take care of her. And if a time ever comes and she needs to know, then tell her it was you who raped her. I don't exist. Only you do."

"You saw the whole thing happen Paul and you stood there and watched, so, you're also as guilty as I am.", Dave was right but I wasn't going to admit it.

"Don't go about judging me. I'm not stupid and I'm aware you know who she is. I don't want you to tell me because I don't want to know. So once you step out of this house, you didn't kill a man... You raped a girl." he finished.

"Whatever", I said as I eyed him in disgust. "If she's pregnant, I want you to contact me. I don't think she is though but still... Anyways, goodbye Paul. It was nice knowing you" he spoke once again.

"Just remember how much of a coward you are", I said then ran out of the room to escape the scene.

I eventually got out of the mansion without anyone seeing me and then returned home. My father wasn't around yet and my mother was sleeping peacefully on the couch, so I took the opportunity. I washed off all the blood that had gotten on me and hid the clothes I had worn under my bed.

Everything was in tact but I was still so restless. I couldn't help but think about the girl Dave had raped and the man I had just killed.

Dave's right. I'm a fucking murderer and just as much of a coward as he is.

But we're both just scared. I'm scared of going to jail and he's scared of... Well, I don't know what he's scared of but I do know he's a kind guy with a messed up father. At least he was considerate enough to assign me to care for her in his absence.

The thoughts of the earlier events kept filling my memory.

Flashback to earlier that day

"Good day sir", I greeted Dave's father. "Ah! Hello Paul. You've grown a lot since I last saw you" he said as he eyed me from top to bottom. I brushed off his action, hoping I was just reading into it too much.

"My father told me to drop this off with you. He requested that I plead on his behalf for the investment." I explained with a fake smile. "Ah, I see. Well he really needs it doesn't he?", the man asked as he got up and walked toward me. "Yes, he does. It would help him a lot".

"Well, are you willing to do a few tasks to help your father" he walked closer to me with a smirk on his face. "Sir, I should leave now. He looks forward to your consideration". What the hell is wrong with this man?

I attempted to leave the room but the man held me back. "You're such a handsome young boy" he kissed my cheek, and smiled maniacly, earning a sounding slap from me. "Get off me!" I yelled. I wouldn't tell on him but I sure do hope hell silently let me go.

His eyes changed from lust to hate in a quick second and then I knew I had fucked up. "Hmm. I'm sorry but I can't let you leave the room dear", he hissed. He reached under his table and brought out a gun. "S-sir what are you doing?"

I wasn't stupid enough to stand there and wait for him to shoot. I was well aware that if he killed me, he would easily get away with it, so I did what I could do. I fought.

I pounced on him, trying as hard as I could to get the gun off of him, but he was too strong. He ended up on top of me and those lustful eyes came back. "Foolish boy. We might as well have some fun then"

He began to attempt to get my clothes off me but I made it difficult as I kept hitting him. Maybe this is what I get for watching Dave rape that girl and doing nothing about it. I punched his eyes as hard as I could, making him stagger back in pain.

I took the opportunity, then picked up the gun from the floor and stood up. "You little boy. I suggest you drop that." he moved forward. "Stay where you are or I'll shoot you", I threatened, my hands shaking like a newborn baby.

"Oh, you're so much like Dave. Useless and ridiculous. You're too much of a weakling to do it anyway. Your dad has told me all about you and how much of a failure you are", he mocked, building rage in me.

"I'm not a failure", I yelled in anger. "Yes, you are. Just like that good-for-nothing son of mine. Now drop the fucking gun and let's play a nice game."

The man walked over to me and I found myself pulling the trigger...

Just like that, I became a murderer in a matter of five minutes.

End of flashback

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I woke up with a throbbing head and an aching neck, replaying the dream in my mind as I sat up, letting Violetta slip into my mind again.

I wouldn't ever wish that everything that happened changed. I'm honestly grateful to Dave that he left me alone with her and ran away. He gave me someone to love and care for. But that would all go away if I didn't get her back.

The problem is, she's working for that guy and only God knows what has happened so far. What if they're already sleeping together, or what if he finds out about everything and takes action?

I can't let that happen. I can't let him take my life away. I don't care what I have to do. Whether it's blackmail or even Murder.

It won't be my first after all.

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