Michael's POV

May 24, 1997

It was a cloudy day outside. It might rain sometime soon. I was sitting down in my cap and gown for graduation today. 

It rained yesterday so they canceled it and changed it to today. Everyone's names were being called up. I turned my head and saw Nancy in her cap and gown.

She was looking up at the stage they built just for this moment to happen. They were showing pictures of moments throughout the year of high school for seniors. 

The parents were way in the back watching with us. My father and brother were there to watch me graduate and Nancy's dad was too. 

"Now this is a proud moment for all of you." Our principal said after the slideshow of pictures were over. 

"I am proud to call each and every one of you up to get your diploma's. Please come up when I call your name." He said looking down at his notes. 

He started calling out everyone's name making them go up. I started zoning out thinking about killing. 

I wanted to kill James. He was really annoying. He's an adult now and he's still living here and now crying every night about our mother's death. 

Nancy said it was normal to be like that but It's highly annoying. "Michael Graves," I heard, making me stand up. I started walking with a straight face. 

Everyone's eyes were on me and I didn't like it as much. I walked up the few steps and made quick eye contact with our principal before standing in front of him. 

There was a big difference in our height. He was shorter than Nancy. He gave me a warm smile. I gave him a small smile. 

"Congratulations." He said and held out his hand for me to shake. I shook his hand and then he gave me my diploma. 

I started to walk back to my seat. I caught Nancy's eyes. She gave me a warm smile. I smiled back and sat down. 

I watched as everyone went when their name was called. They then called out Nancy's name. "Nancy Jones." He said. 

I turned my head. She got up and walked. She looked stunning in her cap and gown. She had her natural blush on her face. 

She turned her head a bit and gave me a smile. I returned the smile. She made it up to the stage and smiled at our principal. 

She shook his hand and a few words were said. He then gave her the diploma. She looked at it and smiled. 

She then walked down the stage and gave me a smile. I gave her a thumbs up. I watched her go back to her seat. She sat down and moved a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

I sat back normally and zoned out cause nothing else was important to me. I started to think about my future. 

I don't know what made me start to think about it but it may have to be about the teachers saying college would be a good idea for me. 

I'm fine without college. I bet Nancy wants to go to college. She's going to leave me all alone while I'm here wanting to kill people. 

"Let's hear it for the class of 1997!" The principal said with pure excitement. We all stood up and clapped. We all then grabbed are caps and threw them up in the air. 

I got mine back and held it while walking over to Nancy. "Hey," I said smiling. She smiled but kept looking back worried. 

Maddie then came over. "Congrats, Nancy!" Maddie said hugging her. "What about me?" I asked. "Oh, yeah. You passed?" She asked. 

I rolled my eyes at her statement. "Guy's do you mind if when my dad comes over you act like a couple?" Nancy asked. 

Maddie and I looked at each other in disgust. "Ew. I'm sorry but I like my men more manly." She said. "Please." She asked. 

"She can just date herself cause she's sporting that mustache," I said. Maddie put her hand over her upper lip and slapped my arm. 

"Guy's." She said looking over. Her dad came over and hugged her. "Who are you?" He asked looking at me. 

Hi, I'm Michael. I do things with your daughter and you still haven't caught us cause you're stupid. "I'm... Maddie's boyfriend..." I said trying to sound non-disgusted. 

"Yup, this tall lanky little virgin boy is my man," Maddie said. "Yeah, this she-man is my lovely girlfriend," I said. 

I felt an impact on my stomach making me hunch over in pain. "Yup," Maddie said. "How about we head home now." Her dad said. 

"Actually, I was hoping I could hang with Maddie." She said. He sighed in frustration. "Fine, be back by seven." He said walking away. 

"Bye, daddy," Nancy said. Nancy turned to see Maddie and I looking uncomfortable. Not only are we uncomfortable about having to pretend to like each other, we know what her father does. 

My father came up to me with James. He smiled and shook my hand. "I'm proud of you." He said. I smiled. 

"Thank's," I said. "You're... mother would be so proud of you, too," Dad said. No, she wouldn't. If she can see me... She's mad and cursing me. 

"I bet she is," I said looking down. "I'm glad you finally became a grown-up," James said looking off into the distance. 

"Thanks?" I said a bit confused. "Bye, Nancy." I heard. Maddie and Nancy hugged. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her. 

"You happy to be out of school?" She asked looking up at me. "Yeah," I said leaning down and kissing her forehead. 

She giggled. I kissed her on the lips before we heard someone clearing their throat. I looked over to see my dad uncomfortable. 

Nancy looked away out of embarrassment and I let go of her. "Sorry..." I said. "It's... it's alright, son..." He said. 

[Skip To Later]

I was now at home. I just got done taking Nancy home. I was exhausted from going to graduation. 

I then started to hear the crying again. I rolled my eyes at this and got up. I walked to the stairs and went down them. 

Once I got down, I went straight to the basement. I looked through stuff. I had my mind set that I wanted to kill James. 

"Ah ha," I said grabbing the rope we had. It was apart of our old swing set that was tied to the tree. I walked over to the couch and sat down. 

I started to tie the rope trying to make a noose. After a while I finally did. I got up and started making my way to the stairs. 

I went upstairs and started looking for a spot to hang it where I could get him. After looking for a while I thought maybe the edge of the stairs. 

I walked up the stairs and went to the side and started to tie it tightly so it won't break when he falls to his death. 

I get up and look behind me at James' closed door. I sigh and walk to his door. I knock and then walk to my room and close it. 

"Hello?" James asked in a cracked voice. He stepped out of his room. "What's this?" He mumbled to himself. 

I opened my door and sneaked up on him. He picked up the rope and started examining it. He turned and saw me. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. He looked down at the rope then back at me. "Wait, I'm not-" "Give me the rope," I said calmly. 

He handed it to me quickly. "I think dad is..." He said. "No," I said. He looked at me funny. "What? I swear it's not me who was-" "Stop talking." I said. 

He got all quiet. "I promise I..." He quieted down. "I know you miss mom..." I said. "I do, but I swear I wasn't going to do anything." He said. 

"You would do anything to be with her again?" I asked. "Almost..." He said. "Well... how about I help with that," I said. 

He looked at me confused for a moment before I grabbed him roughly and put the noose over his neck. 

"Hey!" He said before I pushed him off the edge of the staircase. He went straight down and immediately died. 

I smiled to myself again. I felt so alive when I killed people. I don't think Nancy knows how good this feels. 

It's simple. He was clearly upset over our mother's death. It just doesn't seem out of place for it to be suspicious. 

I walked downstairs quietly and went into the living room to see dad passed out on the couch. I'm surprised he didn't hear.

Nancy's POV

"I told you not to be with that boy!" Dad screamed. I was on the floor crying. "You little slut!" He yelled smacking me. 

I screamed in pain. "Shut up!" He yelled kicking me. "You're eighteen now. Maybe go play with your boy toy instead of being here." He said. 

He started to pace around the room clearly upset. "I'm sorry, daddy." I whimpered out. "You're clearly not sorry!" He yelled grabbing my arm. 

"Ow! Daddy, it hurts!' I yelled in pain. "So?" He asked. He dragged me to his room and let go of me, making me fall to the ground. 

He opened his drawer and pulled out a gun. My eyes widened at this. I got up quickly and started to run but fell down. 

Dad grabbed my hair and yanked me down. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked getting on top of me. 

"Please, daddy." I whimpered out. He put the gun up to my head and licked his lips. "Tell me why I shouldn't pull the trigger." He said. 

"Cause I'm your daughter." I sobbed out. "You're a slut of my daughter." He said. "I'm still your little girl," I said. 

He pondered for a moment. "That's not a good reason." He said. "I am." I cried out. He got up off of me and looked at me. 

"Prove it." He said. "W-what?" I stuttered out. "I want to see how you are my little girl still." He said. "Daddy..." I said. i

He licked his lips while looking at me up and down. 'Come on, now!" He yelled. I took a deep breath and got up. 

"Please don't-" "Hurry up!" He yelled cutting me off. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly started to raise it up. 

He got closer. I looked down a bit. "Daddy," I said making him look into my eyes. "What?" He asked getting impatient. 

"No," I said. "What?" He asked. "I said... no!" I yelled kicking him in between his legs. He dropped the gun and fell down. I kicked the gun far away and started running to the living room. 

I grabbed the gun and ran to the front door trying to open it. The one time it's locked. I felt hands grab me and throw me down. 

I screamed and held the gun tighter. "You wouldn't shoot your dad would you?" He asked. "Try me!" I yelled. 

I looked behind me. If I could somehow get to my room and lock it, I can call Michael or the police. 

"I bet you won't." He said. I shot the gun making it hit the lamp. He jumped. "Next time I won't miss," I said getting up and running to my room. 

I locked it and went to the phone. "Open this door!" He yelled. I sat the gun down and picked up the phone with my shaky hands.

I started to dial Michael. I'm pretty stupid to dial him instead of the police. I heard it ring a few time's before someone picked up. 

"Michael!?!?!" I yelled. "Nancy? What's wrong?" He asked. "My dad! He's-" I stopped once I heard the door crack a bit. 

"Open up!" Dad yelled through the door. "Help Me!" I yelled. The door then opened. I screamed when my dad came charging at me. 

Before I could grab the gun he knocked me over and started to slap me. "You disrespectful little shit!" He yelled. 

He then wrapped his hands around my neck and started to choke me. I grabbed him trying to pry his hands off of me. 

He was stronger. I started to reach over for something. Anything. I grabbed the phone and smacked him in the face with it. 

He let go and grabbed his face. I moved and kicked him again before trying to get up, but he stopped me. 

"You're not going anywhere!" Hey yelled grabbing my leg. I screamed and started to hit him repeatedly. "Help!" I scream before getting hit in the face. 

"Shut up!" He yelled. I kept screaming and drying to block his hit's. I kneed him in the stomach and kept kicking him until I could possibly get away. 

"Help me!" I screamed hoping our neighbors could hear my cries for help. I kicked him harder making him fall off of me. 

I ran to the door and then heard someone trying to open it. "Nancy!" I heard. I unlocked the door and engulfed Michael into a hug. 

"Get back here!" Dad yelled making me hide behind Michael. "You son of a bitch!" He yelled at Michael before swinging his fists at him. 

Michael dodged and punched him in the face making him fall back. They started fighting while I watched in horror. 

Michael knocked him over and held him down while punching him over and over again. Dad hit Michael in the face making him fall over. 

"Michael!" I yelled. "This is what you get for making my daughter a slut!" Dad said kicking him in the stomach. 

Michael groaned in pain and hunched over. Dad broke the table leg and raised it up over his head. He swung down but missed. 

Michael moved up and kicked him in the shin. Dad fell almost on top of him and grabbed Michael by the hair. 

I looked over and saw the gun in my room. I ran over and grabbed it. When I ran back into the living room, dad was choking out Michael. 

"Stop!" I yelled firing the gun. Dad released Michael and raised up. He touched his side and looked down to see blood. 

He looked so in shock. I was in shock. Dad fell to the side while Michael got up. "He's dead... I think...," Michael said. 

I was still holding the gun up shakily. I just killed my dad. "Nancy..." Michael said walking up to me. "Put down the gun." He said. 

"I killed him," I mumbled. He lightly touched my hand and pried open my shaky hands. "It was in self-defense, Nancy," He said taking the gun out of my hands. 

"I... killed my own father...." I said out of shock. I then heard a groan in pain. "Oh... you didn't kill him," Michael said leaving my side.

He pointed the gun at his head and shot him making me jump. "You didn't kill him. I did." He said with a small smile on his face. 

He came up to me and I couldn't help but hug him. I felt safe with him. "Has he been hurting you all this time?" He asked. 

I nodded and just started to cry. "You have an innocent pure heart, Nancy. It's understandable you want to help people even though they did you wrong." He said. 

"I... don't want to be here anymore..." I sobbed out. "Then let's leave." He said. I looked up at him. "What?" I asked.

"Let's leave and never look back." He said. "But-" "You said you didn't want to be here anymore." He said cutting me off. 

"let's just get some money and leave." He said. "Let's go then..." I said. He cupped my cheeks and then gave me a warm passionate kiss. 

I looked down. "Does your dad have any spare money?" He asked. I nodded. "Under the mattress," I said. 

He caressed my cheek and pecked my lips before leaving me. I looked away from my dad and went into my room. 

I went under my bed and got the money I taped to the bed. I was still shaky from that experience. 

"You ready?" I heard. I grabbed a t-shirt and my shoes. I nodded. He picked me up and carried me out. "You're taking the gun?" I asked. 

"Yeah, it has my fingerprints on it." He said. He opened the car door and sat me down. He gave me a warm smile before shutting the door and walking around. 

We started hearing sirens. He started the car and just drove like nothing was wrong. "You're going to just leave your dad and brother?" I asked. 

"James died." He said. "What?" I asked. "I helped him commit suicide cause he wanted to see mom again." He said. 

I looked at him for a moment. "You killed him..." I said. "Yeah... I didn't know I was gonna be leaving the state though..." He said. 

I sat in my seat normally and just stared off into space, trying to think of something other than murder. 

[Skip To Later That Night]

We passed "You are now leaving Bakersville" sign. I stared out the window some more. It was quiet. Too quiet. 

"Michael..." I said looking over to him. He glanced at me before looking back at the road. "Yes?" He asked. 

"Can we talk..." I said. "About what?" He asked. "Anything. I need to get this whole night off my mind." I said. 

"Um... we're eighteen now and graduated." He said. "Yeah," I said. "We're adult's now... do you feel like an adult?" He asked. 

"I don't know..." I said. "What do you mean you don't know?" He asked. "We're young adults more like," I said. 

"Well, we can basically do whatever we want." He said. "Like what?" I asked. "Like, changing our names, vote, and more." He said. 

"That sound's boring," I said making Michael snort. "Well, adult life is boring." He said. "Is there anything good about it?" I asked. 

"Sex I guess." He said turning. I felt my cheeks get warm. "O-oh..." I said. "You sound embarrassed." He said. 

"Well, when you talk about sex, it's gonna make me feel embarrassed," I said looking down. He laughed a bit. I loved his laugh. 

He was making me feel better about seeing my dad die. I then saw his hand on my thigh. "I love you, Nancy." He said.  

"I love you, too," I said putting my hand over his. We then just stayed in that comfortable silence. I still felt worried in the back of my head, but I ignored it. 

[Skip To The Next Day] 

"Nancy." I heard making me slowly open my eyes. I looked over and saw Michael in the driver's seat. "Morning." He said. 

I looked down and saw blood on me. It wasn't a dream... "Morning..." I said. Michael had bags under his eyes like he was driving the whole night. 

"Did you sleep?" I asked rubbing my eyes. "No, I drove until I thought we got far enough." He said. I nodded and unbuckled my seatbelt. 

I stretched a bit feeling exhausted. "I stopped cause we need to get the blood off." He said rubbing his face like he was tired. 

"You need to sleep, too," I said. He gave me a small smile. "I'm fine." He said. I looked down. "So are we gonna use the sink to wash ourselves off?" I asked. 

"No, we're gonna use a shower." He said. "Where?" I asked. "The hotel." He said. "You got a hotel room?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I just want to shower and eat and take a nap." He said yawning. I gave him a small smile. "Alright," I said. 

He exited the car and went over and opened my car door for me. "What about our clothes?" I asked looking up at him. 

"There's a washing machine over there." He said pointing towards where there was indeed a washer and dryer there. 

"How are we gonna put the clothes in without..." "You brought a shirt with you that is mine." He said. "Sorry," I said. 

"It's fine but I'll rap a blanket around myself or something and it'll work." He said. I gave him a small smile. "I got the room. It's room thirteen." He said. 

I walked there and opened it quickly. The room wasn't that bad. "We'll leave tomorrow morning." He said. 

I nodded and went into the bathroom. It looked nice and new. I felt arms wrapped around me. "You can just give me your clothes and I'll figure out how to get them to the washer." He said. 

"O-okay," I said. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to lift it up slowly. I felt warm. "Can you get in with me," I asked feeling embarrassed. 

He shifted a bit. "You sure?" He asked. I nodded. "We never showered together," I said. He let go of my shirt and turned me around. 

I'll put our clothes in the washer and be back, alright?" He asked. I raised my arms up. He slipped my shirt off. 

I didn't have my bra on. My upper half was completely exposed to him until my hair fell in front of my boob's. He bit his lip. "God, you're so... stunning." He said. 

He grabbed my shorts and my panties and slid them down my long legs. I stepped out of them. He picked them up and then raised back up. 

He looked at me up and down making me feel self-conscious. "Y-you're m-making me feel self-conscious," I said looking down to see he got hard. 

"Sorry, you're just so..." He cupped my cheeks and gave me a passionate kiss but it seemed hungry too. 

When he pulled away he gave my body one last look before leaving. I turned around towards the shower and walked towards it. 

I turned on the water and made it to a warm temperature and stepped in. I put my head under the shower head and felt the warm water go down my body.

I put a hand through my hair trying to get it wet. I then heard the shower curtain open which startled me. 

I didn't move though. I then felt a body pressed up against me. "You look so hot when you're wet," Michael said in a seductive voice. 

"M-Michael!" I said out of embarrassment. He snaked his hands around me and put his hands flat on my stomach. 

He then turned me around so I was facing him now. He wiped my cheeks and lightly pressed his lips to mine. 

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel his hard-on touching my stomach. 

The sweet little kiss was now turning into a hungry makeout session involving him plunging his tongue in my mouth. 

He pulled me closer and closer. He pulled away for air. His hair was now wet. Water was dripping down his very pale body. 

I bit my lip. "We should wash the blood off," I said panting a bit. He looked over at the little complimentary soaps on the shelf. 

"Alright, can I wash you?" He asked. I looked down shy. "You can..." I said. He let go of me and grabbed the body wash. 

[Skip To After Shower]

We were now in bed naked cuddling while watching tv. He was laying on his back sorta propped up and I was snuggled into his side. 

"What do we do when our clothes are done?" I asked looking up at him. "I put on that shirt you brought and go outside with a blanket wrapped around me while you stay in here." He said. 

I nodded and went back to watching tv. "Nancy." I heard making me look up again. "Yeah?" I asked. 

"Can you promise me something?" He asked. "Like what?" I asked raising up so I was propped up like him. 

The blanket fell down to my bottom half. "If... if they know it's us and we get caught..." He paused and looked down at his lap. 

He then looked back up into my eyes. "Promise me if we get caught, you'll play along with me that I kidnapped you." He said. 

"What?" I asked. "I'm serious, Nancy. I don't want you to serve jail time cause of me." He said. "I could never do that," I said. 

"Please, I have every right to die or have a life sentence... you don't." He said grabbing my arm and bringing me into a hug.

"Please, tell me that you promise no matter how bad it is if we get caught, I kidnapped you and forced you to come with me." He said. 

I hugged him closer to me. I didn't want that to happen. I'm hoping it won't happen. I want to be with him for the rest of my life. 

"I... promise."