Chapter FortySevenMichael’s point of View I got dressed and grabbed a few things out of my closet, shoving them in a bag and slung it over my shoulder. I walked over to Ella, fast asleep, laying peacefully in my bed and bent down, kissing her forehead. I made a mistake. A big mistake. I shouldn’t have asked her to marry me. Yes, of course, I meant it, I meant every word, and I had been planning on asking her, but... Now that I had and she had agreed, I just.. Couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. Of cheating on her when we were in Texas, of making her live with the fact she KNEW what I did, and that I couldn’t stop, she didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve a murderer. … But I wasn’t strong enough to stop. I didn’t want to stop. It was who I was. ‘I love you, and I always will,’ I whispered in her ear, kissing her again before I headed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind myself. I went downstairs and grabbed my keys off the hook in the hallway. Taking a look arou
Chapter FortyEightElla’s Point of View I slowly opened my eyes and instantly started smiling. The memories from last night came flooding back and for a second, I had to just lay there and think, making sure I hadn’t dreamt the whole thing. No, I hadn't. Michael proposed to me. I said yes! Still beaming, I rolled over, expecting to see Mike laying there, but the bed was empty. I reached out and it was cold. He hadn’t been here recently. Sitting up, I threw the covers off me and quickly grabbed my clothes off the floor, getting dressed. I looked out onto the balcony but he wasn’t there either. Maybe he was downstairs? Shrugging, I headed to the bathroom and turned the shower on. While the water heated up to the perfect temperature, I brushed my teeth before stripping naked and climbing in, letting the water wash over me, making me feel nice and fresh again. Wandering into the kitchen, Thomas was standing in front of the cooker, frying up some bacon. It smelled really nice. When h
Note: There will be a lot of POV changes coming up but it's just so readers (you) get a better understanding of how everyone is feeling about certain situations. Also, in case it wasn’t clear from the last chapter, there has been a large time jump, MONTHS have passed since Michael left Ella and LA. __________________________________________Chapter FortyNineMichael’s Point of ViewStanding up, I dropped the knife and tilted my head to the side, admiring my work. That was number 48. 48 victims in the past few months, and I still wasn’t sick of it. It was like an itch that no matter how much I scratch, I just can’t be satisfied. I was trying to work through some stuff. I figured if I could just control myself, work the murder and pain out of my system I could start considering going home and trying to make things work, but I was a long way from that, and the longer I stayed away, the harder the idea of going back was becoming. I walked over to the bar cart and poured myself a drin
Chapter FiftyMichael’s Point of View I just managed to get the body into my car without drawing too much attention. One of the good things about seedy motels, noone is looking at you and people make a point of not remembering what they see. Getting into the driver's seat, I turned the engine on, put my phone on the holder in front of me and headed off to find somewhere out in the countryside to bury my latest whore. I was only about half an hour into my drive when my phone started ringing, I checked the caller ID, and it was Thomas. God, what does he want now? I call the guys Once every few weeks to keep them updated, so they know I’m not in jail or worse, and in return, they don’t bother me, that was the deal. ‘Yes, Thomas?’ I answered with annoyance already clear in my voice, hopefully telling him not to keep me on the phone too long. Besides, I was busy. ‘You need to come back’. I paused for a minute. ‘Why? Is something wrong?’ Was there a problem with one of the guys?! ‘Sh
Chapter FiftyOne Ella’s Point of View ‘Come on, get up!’. Someone shouted, ripping open the curtains before I had a chance to let my eyes fully adjust, almost blinding me. I groaned in pain and pulled the covers up over my head, but in one quick swipe, the covers were gone too… good job I had pyjamas on! ‘Mum, please! I’m tired!’. I moaned at her, rolling over onto my stomach, burying my head in pillows in a last ditch attempt to shield myself from the morning sun. ‘Don’t stay up all night then!’. ‘I didn’t!’. I shouted after her as she left the room. I rolled back over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. I had only been home for about a week and they were already driving me completely insane. I grabbed my phone to check the time, growling in further annoyance when I saw it wasn’t even 8 am yet. I swear, my mum was trying to kill me! It didn’t take much for them to let me move back, which, I suppose was a good thing, but one of the conditions was that I had to start look
Chapter FiftyTwo Michael’s Point of ViewLeaving the apartment I had been renting, I took the short and familiar walk down to the cafe on the corner. I liked St Cloud so much, I just decided to stay here for a little longer and renting motel rooms was not only NOT cost-effective, but did not have as much privacy as I wanted so.. Renting seemed like a good idea. It was only a short term lease, but for now, it was perfect. Every morning, I went down to the cafe for a coffee and breakfast. It was my little routine and I enjoyed it. I ordered my usual and went to take a seat at the table to wait. Since I came in here every morning, the staff knew me now. I just sat, scrolling through my phone. Another little daily ritual thing I did was google if there were any new news articles about missing women or body discoveries around the town or even state. I like to be on top of things, but so far, nothing. Good. ‘Here you go, Mr Smith’. Becky, one of the employees who wasn’t so subtle about
Chapter FiftyThreeJoey’s Point of ViewI looked around the room. The guys were just slumped over the chairs. It was so warm today, the weather was lovely and we were all just inside wasting it. I had come back home quite a while ago now and I was honestly shocked at what the hell had happened to the gang. Michael was gone, Peyton was as big as a house, Ella was nowhere to be seen, and apparently, she and Peyton don’t even see each other anymore. The guys never go out killing anymore. It was like the little world we built up here had vanished! ‘What are you guys doing today?’ I asked them, getting sick of the silence. ‘Nothing much, Just probably stay in. I groaned, causing both Luke and Damon to look at me, oddly. ‘Come on guys! We live in LA, we can do anything, let's go out!’ ‘Where?’ Damon asked. I shrugged. ‘I don’t know, let's go get Ella and take the girls to the fair or something? Just something fun!’. This time, Luke groaned. ‘Yeah, I don’t think that's a good idea. Pey
Chapter FiftyFourLuke’s Point of ViewWe wandered over to the baggage claim. We had arrived in Minnesota and now we were just waiting for our bags so we could head out and to the hotel. We were meeting Peter later. Joey had filled us in on the fact they kept in contact. Naturally, me and Damon weren’t happy about that, but I suppose in this instance, it kinda worked out…But there certainly needed to be a group meeting about Millie. If I had known she was here, I certainly wouldn't have brought Peyton. I had to make sure to keep her away from this drama. I just.. Couldn’t risk her seeing her sister! I could lose her… and our child… and I refuse to let that happen. We collected our bags and headed out to grab the car. Thomas and Demon went to get it while Joey went to the bathroom and I stayed with Peyton, she said she wasn’t feeling very well, Of course, I wanted to make sure she was ok, but also, maybe I could use this to my advantage and get her to stay at the hotel while we go an