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I clasped my hand firmly over Samantha's mouth and her eyes widened at me. My other hand still held the loaded gun to her forehead and at hearing voices outside I instinctively pressed harder. She winced at the impact and struggled to move but my body pressing against hers limited her movement. Not to mention her hands and legs were still tied up.

I was in full blown panic mode. I never expected them to find us this quickly. This was all Samantha's fault, if she had only agreed to leave with me we would be on the road by now. But still, the police had outdone themselves. How the hell did they connect all the dots so fast?

It must've been that bitch Mrs. Chastain. She must've told them about seeing Olivia at my place and the police would've gone to my place to question me but found me missing as well. They probably would have contacted my siblings but they obviously wouldn't have known my whereabouts. So maybe after a few days of waiting they would search my house, but I had cleaned it thoroughly so I couldn't think of anything--

No wait. Oh shit. The wine cellar downstairs that I had turned into a room. The clothes, the bed, the broken table. Of course they found that. But I had hidden it so cautiously. And I had gotten rid of anything that could lead to Samantha but still, the room itself made me look guilty. And this lake house belonged to my family but it was all happening too fast.

Damn it, I wasn't thorough enough. I wasn't prepared enough. Why didn't I think this through, why... why? I should have just killed Samantha when she got me in trouble, packed my stuff and run away. Hack into someone else's bank account and use their money to start my own life.

Why didn't I? I stared at her as these thoughts ran through my head. Why couldn't I let her go? I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my forehead but I resisted the urge to wipe them away. I was so afraid Samantha would scream but surprisingly she was as quiet as a mouse.

I heard a loud knock on the door.

"Jerry Mathers, this is Detective Inspector Morgan. Please open the door and let us in. We just want to ask you a few questions," a mans voice boomed from the outside.

He brought three police cars and barrage of police men just to ask me a few questions? I call bullshit. I decided to just wait it out, pretend no ones here and then maybe he'd leave. But then I remembered the light was left on upstairs. Damn it.

I sighed to myself. Might as well pick up where we left of.

"If you set foot through that door, I will put a bullet through her head," I said loudly and clearly.

There was the sound of scuttling feet and muffled voices outside. I heard the sound of numerous guns being cocked outside the door. My heart jumped to my throat when I heard them try to open the door. Why weren't they taking me seriously?

"Can we have some sort of proof that you have someone else there with you?"the same voice said calmly from the other side.

I then released my hand that was over Samantha's mouth and gestured for her to say something. She seemed to sink into the couch, her lips were quivering and her whole body was shaking. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

"Say something, " I urged impatiently. I needed to buy us some time to do what I had to do. But she didn't respond, her whole body was trembling and her mouth kept moving but no words came out.

"Fine no last words then. I just want you to know that I love you Samantha. I love you more than you could ever imagine. My plan was working you know, you were falling in love with me. We just needed more time. But since we don't have it now, maybe we will on the other side," I said morbidly.

Her shaking became worse, I tried to hold her still so that I wouldn't miss. I took a deep breath to calm myself. This was harder than I thought. The more I concentrated on her face, the more my vision blurred.

I watched as her face contorted and the blue in her eyes mixed with grey. Her hair was the same dark color but her face somehow looked more mature. It was the same face shape and bone structure but with different lips and a nose that was slightly bigger but nevertheless beautiful. And then I realized I was staring at my mother, the way she looked before she fell ill.

My breath hitched as I stared at her. This was my real mother not the one who had chosen misery instead of my love. My heart ached with longing, the longing I'd had ever since she abandoned me all those years ago. The longing I felt everyday I took care of her, but it was never reciprocated. Not with her and not with anyone else. Sooner or later they all stopped loving me. They always did.

Tears ran down my face and anger burned inside of me. "Why wasn't I enough? I loved you, I took care of you but you only ever spoke of him. He broke your heart but I was there, I was there to fix it. Why wasn't I enough to make you happy?"

Her expression softened and my heart did a double take. "I did love you but it was never enough. You were never enough. How could a pathetic little thing like you be. You left me. You gave up on me in the end so I gave up. I gave up on living."

"No,"I cried. "You were already dead when I left you."

"You killed me Jerry. You killed your own mother. Just like your father. You won't be loved Jerry, you don't deserve it."

"Shut up! Shut up!" I screamed, my head was throbbing suddenly and I resisted the urge to hit myself.

"So are you going to kill me again? Killing me once before wasn't enough?"

I jumped back and held my hands against my pounding head. "No,"I whispered in defeat. "I can't.

And then the face disappeared and all I could see now was Samantha. She stared at me confused and frightened.

"Jerry, what are you talking about?" she finally spoke. She looked so afraid of me and at the same time worried. Worried for herself or me, I wasn't sure.

"Mr. Jerry Mathers, I'm going to count to ten. If you do not open the door by then we will be obliged to use force," the inspectors voice boomed from the other side.

At hearing this Samantha suddenly burst into a frenzy of words. It was as if she had finally found her voice again. "Please, please I don't want to die Jerry. I know I chose death before but I can't, I just can't. We're so young, there's still so much we have to live for."

"I can't do much behind bars," I snapped but I was seriously considering her words.

"Please don't come in officer, he has a gun!" she shouted.

Again the sound of muffled voices and whispers exploded behind the door.

"Jerry we don't have to die now. Where ever they put you, I will come and visit you. We wont be separated. What makes you think we'll be together on the other side? You don't know that," she pleaded desperately.

I had to admit she had a point. But would she really visit me? Would she even want to see me? I sat across from her, with the gun hanging loosely from my hand. My forehead was creased, my eyebrows tightly knit together. I was in deep contemplation.

"You promise? You're not going to leave me? Like the rest?" I looked up at her but my vision was momentarily blurred by tears.

She stared at me in sympathy. "I won't leave you."

I exhaled in both trepidation and relief. I was afraid of being caught but at the same time relieved that I didn't have to kill anyone else. I got up from the couch and gestured for her to do the same.

"We're coming outside now," I called out to the police.

"Samantha? Is that Samantha in there?" a panicked voice was heard above the others and I felt Samantha's body stiffen beside me.

"Get back in the car boy!" I heard the detective shout.

"Who is that?" I demanded. I held her in front of me now, with the gun pointed at her temple. "That's Ben, isn't it? You lied to me. You're going to leave me too." My body was shaking uncontrollably with rage.

"Wha-- why is he here?" Samantha whispered hoarsely. "I swear I didn't know Jerry. I'm with you, I'll always be with you."

"You're lying, I can see right through you," I gritted my teeth, my head was pounding again. "But you know what, you're right. You will always be with me. I will always be in your thoughts, your feelings, your dreams. Nobody would be able to compare. He may love you but he will never look at you the same Samantha."

"Wh- what do you mean?" she mumbled.

"You know what I mean. Ben, your parents, your friends, they will never look at you the same way again. You'll always be a victim to them. They will be scared to touch you, think twice before saying anything to you. They may not show it but it will always be at the back of their minds. It will never be real."

"They will, won't they?" she whispered to herself. She had slumped against me for support and I held on tightly knowing it was probably the last time I would be able to touch her like this. The thought made my heart feel heavy with dread.

"But what I feel for you is real Samantha. Just pure, raw love. It's not tainted by anything else, no ones ideas, no ones perceptions. You will never be a anything other than perfect to me. I want you to remember that when you think of me," I breathed in deeply, I knew what I had to do and she wasn't going to like it. I couldn't stomach the thought of her with Ben, or anyone else for that matter.

"I believe you," she said sadly as she sank further against me for comfort. I could hear the truth in her words and it shocked me. It was then that I realized I would never be able to end her life, let alone hurt her again. And she knew that, she knew how much I loved her.

All I wanted was for her to get to know me, without anyone else getting in the way. And she did, even though it had only been around a month, she knew me better than anyone else.

I decided then and there that it was enough for me. There was only so much I could do, I had given it my all. I loved her with all my heart but if I was cursed then so be it. I was not going to let Samantha pay for it.

"I'm sorry Samantha. I failed us. I will leave you now, you'll never have to see me again. But please all I ask is that your memory of me be bittersweet. I only care about what you think of me, no one else matters. Please just think of my good moments not the bad ones. That's all I ask."

"Jerry, what are you talking about?" I will still see you, I'll come and visit remember?" her voice was laced with confusion.

I slowly turned her around to face me and took a mental picture of her face. I wanted that to be the last thing I saw.

"I can't live that way. I'm sorry," I said sadly and then I pushed her towards the door. "The keys are under the rug."

She took a step back and looked at me, her eyes widened in horror as I placed the gun beneath my chin. My whole body was shaking incessantly, I breathed in deeply trying to calm myself down. This was really happening, I was really going to do this.

"Jerry no! Don't please," she begged and took a step towards me.

"Samantha please stay away. Go, you're free now." My hands were shaking so badly I was afraid I would miss and I deep down I was afraid, holding on to each second I had left.

But when the door barged open I knew my time was up. It all happened so fast. The police walking in and pulling Samantha away, the guns pointing my way, and my finger pulling on the trigger. I felt a surge of pain run through my head and for a second I thought I had missed, but then my sight blurred and everything dimmed out until there was eventually nothing.

I imagined death as seeing the light at the end of some tunnel but to me it came as darkness and all I heard was Samantha's voice crying out my name repeatedly. "Jerry! Jerry!" It felt like music to my ears.

***

Samantha sat in one of the police cars with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She stared out of the window at the paramedics who were now carrying out a body on the stretcher. His face was covered and she could see blood had stained the sheet on one side. She didn't how she felt about that.

She should be feeling happy, joyous even that she was finally free. Ben was sitting next to her. Her Ben, the one she'd been dreaming to be near for the past few months was talking to her, whispering comforting words in her ear that should have made her feel better. But they didn't.

Her parents were on the way to the police station and she was going to be reunited with them finally. She didn't know how she felt about that either. She should've been elated, happy, ecstatic but she felt nothing. Just plain numbness.

"Sam, you're safe now. You're with me. I'll never let anyone hurt you again, okay?" Ben said. He placed his hand on hers but she automatically flinched and he quickly took it away. She saw the hurt evident on his face.

She wanted to apologize but she didn't. She didn't know why she did that. She couldn't think straight let alone talk. So instead she looked down at her fingers. She heard the ambulance rush away and for a fleeting moment she wondered if he was still alive. Doubtful.

"Sam, I have no idea what you must have gone through but we will get through this, okay? You'll get the therapy you need, everyone will be there to protect you."

"You'll always be a victim to them." The words rang loud and clear in her ears. He was right.

She laughed to herself silently and leaned her head against the window. His grey eyes were taunting her in her mind, his mouth turned upwards in a smirk. "What he felt was real," she mumbled.

If only things had been different, she could have loved him. She knew she could. Now all she felt was pity and regret. He was twisted and sick but what he felt towards her was real. She would never doubt that.

"What did you say, Sam?" Ben asked cautiously.

"I never understood what he wanted, he never got what he wanted because there is no such thing as perfect," she smiled to herself. She would try to fulfill his request, only think of the good things.

"What did he want?"

"A perfect date."

---THE END---

Guys it's actually over! I don't know what to feel about that lol. But don't worry there will still be 3 MORE CHAPTERS. Each depicting a conclusion from 3 characters. I can't just end it like this, can I? ;) ;)

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