Eighty one

BEAUTIFULLY CRUEL.

ISABELLE'S POV.

I took a deep breath as the event of that dreadful day played in my head.

Kristen took my hand and pressed a kiss on it without saying a word.

“ how did you feel when you first killed someone?” I suddenly asked while staring at our entwined fingers and he heaved a sigh.

“ To be honest it wasn't as exciting as it may seem.. I'd nightmares. I was haunted by the scene of me stabbing someone to death and my hands covered in blood.” He explained and gave me a loop side smile.

“ I was 17.” he added and I looked at him with a surprised expression.

“ They say the first kill is always the worst and I totally understand how you're feeling, okay? You're going to be fine, I promise.” His reassuring words made me feel much better.

“ I love you.” I flashed him a smile and stroked his hand gently.

“ I love you more.” He whispered just loud enough for her..

“ Now I want you to stop thinking about It and stop making the baby worry.” he poked my forehead and I glare