the night

(3rd pov)

He leaves the bathroom and goes to check on her. He shouldn't care. He should've let her keep walking. He doesn't have time for any of this yet is making the time.

Two more murders.

She lays in bed asleep. Without caring he pulls up her shirt slightly to see where he stabbed her. He didn't feel bad. Or that's what he tried to claim. She sleeps on her side , his fingers brush her skin softly. His mind is clear on her. She wakes up in the morning and he takes her back to her place. No more interferences.

She wakes up and sits up on the bed more.

"What are you doing?" Her hand places over his but she doesn't move it.

"See if it's healed properly."

"Well I didn't think men like you even had hearts to care." She has a smart mouth. Not even a smart mouth. She just spoke the truth at times that don't need to be spoken.

"Stop talking so much." He whispers placing his thumb on her bottom lip. He feels her breathe against his skin. He realized what he did but that was only a small line in her head. Her eyes were full of lust. In seconds her hormones were blazing with dirty thoughts she never knew her mind was capable of having. Alyssa's stories with guys started to piece together.

"Shut me up then." His thoughts became elusive once she opened her mouth once again. He traced around them. Goosebumps covered her skin and his heart slowed down.

"Serena." He lets out a breathe looking away from her face. His mind finally clears when not looking at her. His heart is racing and he would be lying if he wasn't thinking partly with his dick.

She loved the way he wanted to but couldn't. She knew how wrong it is. He knew it more then her. He didn't show any sort of emotion. He didn't show what he wanted. Yet she knew the aura changed around them.

Serena sat up on the headboard as he looked back at her. She moved his hand down to the side of her waist. His eyes trailed lower then the waist. The blanket was slightly off her hip.

Who wears lace at this age? He would ask himself. The string part was thin and he'd want to grab her hip. As soon as he looked up at her she can sense him starting to remove his hand. Yet she didn't let it happen.

He shouldn't let her but he does. Her lips would kiss his. A short yet slow kiss before pulling away and looking up at him. Her heart was racing. He could hear her static breathe. Her lips still parted wanting more. Yet there was nothing but silence. He wouldn't know that was her first kiss. She doesn't know how much harm she has now done. Yet it was the only the first line to even be crossed. His hand was flat on the bed, side of her hip he wanted to mark badly.

He wants to kiss her. Although he doesn't want to break her mental state in that way. He was still a man with wants. He couldn't persue her. Yet he went further. Kissing her top lip softly. Her mind became even more cloudy. For that moment the ignored there minds. Both going with what their bodies wanted.

Touch.

Her hand placed caustically on the side of his neck. He kept kissing her. Everything was slow and careful. Her brows furrowed as soon as their tongues touch. But it was only for a moment before he looked away from her. She swallowed the bike in her throat and started feeling guilty.

Yet they both didn't regret it. No words were spoken.

He stood back up and could barely look at her. She saw that. Her heart ached. "I'll be back." His words were short and emotionless. She just nodded.  As soon as the door closed she started taking long breaths to calm herself. The least she can do is not go insane in the head even if her heart is moving at an unhealthy rate.

She only gulped and stared into dark blank space. Overthinking it. He would care more then needed but throw it off as another girl he just kissed.

Serena POV

The next morning I'm up. Tired and hungry. I check my phone and see it's almost night. I slept that much? I don't even remember what time I did go to sleep. I was overthinking the entire time. The sleep wouldn't take me. I get up from the bed and go to the restroom. Doing the things I need to do before heading to the kitchen. He's sitting on one of the stools eating pancakes.

"You should've woken me up." I state.

"You were tired."

"When did you get back."

"A couple hours ago."I hate how he doesn't just give me specific stuff. He's always so mysterious. Which I get ... but he either has trust issues or general issues.

He gets up and i bring my voice else where as he only has on sweats. But I'm only in his shirt.

Im only in his shirt.

He comes and stands in front of me. He looks down at me before opening the cabinet on top of my head and walking back away. I squint my eyes . Unnecessary.

My eyes take in the ink all against his back. A large snake tattoo. Must hurt so much. The detail is perfect. I want to trace along the lines but that's too much.

"Eat."

He places the plate across his stool. I take a fork and sit.

"This is a lot." I breathe looking at four stacks of pancakes, butter, syrup and whipped scream.

"You look thin."

"Is that a good or bad thing?"

"You just need to look healthy again."

I stay quiet and eat. He pours me milk, apple juice and orange. Even when I tell him it's too much he doesn't care.

"You can cook?" I make convo.

"You can't?"

I roll my eyes, he's so irritating.

"Do you like kids?"

He's quiet.

"Do you?" He asks.

"You can't question me with a question. You should be able to tell me something about you."

"You don't need to know about me."

"Why not?"

He's quiet. I huff. "Depends, I believe all kids are demons. Yet I think they're innocent and all deserve good parents. It's just some parents don't deserve to have children. But every child deserves to have a parent. Or parents. They're a lot." I admit.

"Do you want your own?"

"Not anytime soon. Maybe 26, I think that's a nice stable age. Do you?"

"Why don't you stay with your step dad."

He just—

"I'm not going to tell you my life story if you can't tell me a little of yours." I whisper. My phone starts to go off and I already know it's my dad. I pick up.

He starts to just yell.

"Dad—"

He cuts me off with the yelling again.

"I'll be at home soon I promise."

He doesn't let me speak. Just cuts off the line. He's mad. I've been constantly pissing him off. School called saying I'm not at school. I know Alesia will cover for me but she'll have too much questions.

"I need to go home." I get up from the stool.

"I'll take you."

Obviously.

"Where did you go last night?" I ask randomly.

"Again, you ask too many questions and talk too much." He says. I hear him stand up and walk. Walk right behind me. Stand right behind me.

"You can't say anything."

"About which part?" I test. The kiss or murders? Or even the slight kidnapping.

My heart stops as I hear a gun. Would he seriously kill me right now? Knowing his history yes. It's his perfect chance too.

He places it on my hip. Slowly brining it up and lifting the shirt with it. "You're a fucking slut." He removes the gun and I don't know if I should be this turned on or scared?

"All of it."  He makes clear.