All Chapters of The Psycho I Want : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The car glided through the morning haze like it had somewhere better to be. Kai sat in the backseat, legs spread out, head leaned against the window, watching the new city smear into abstract colors. Another school. Another uniform to pretend in.“Alright,” the man in the passenger seat said, flipping through some papers with the exhaustion of someone who had done this too many times. “Just… be on your best behavior, okay? This is the last school that agreed to take you.”Kai hummed, half-distracted. “You’re making it sound like an undercover mission.”“It basically is,” the man muttered.Kai lifted his gaze, eyes gleaming with a little too much amusement. “So, what do kids my age do again? Parties? Late-night fun? Hookups behind the bleachers?”“Stop.” The man glared. “That’s not what I meant. I mean—just act normal.”Kai kicked the seat lightly. “Define normal.”“Not getting in fights. Not drawing attention. Not… anything. Just be a good kid for once.”Kai’s lips twitched. “Cute of

Kai knew he was supposed to keep things lowkey.Invisible.Forgettable.But something about today refused to make sense.Why would a total stranger — a loud one at that — decide his life goal was… that?Of all questionable life choices, this one deserved its own TED Talk.Someone was tagged a murderer.The natural response should be: avoid, avoid, avoid, maybe say a small prayer.But no.This boy wanted to sleep with the supposed murderer.Kai hated his life sometimes.Right now he had the idiot pressed against the wall, knife kissing his throat. If Martin found out this escalated, Kai was dead. Not murdered-dead, but family-disappointed dead, which was so much worse. He’d be snatched out of this school by the end of the day and shipped straight to Antarctica to study penguins or something.Yet the boy — whoever he was — didn’t even flinch.Kai finally asked, “What do you want from me?”The guy blinked like it was obvious.“What do I want from you? You heard it in the cafeteria. I wan

Kai sat cross‑legged on his bed, drowning in worksheets that looked like they’d been photocopied straight out of 2004. His room was quiet, the kind of quiet where even the air seemed to hold its breath. He’d told himself he’d knock out his assignments early, pretend life was normal, pretend he was just some random kid whose biggest problem was Algebra.Then someone knocked.Not the soft, friendly type. A firm, adult knock. The kind that always made Kai’s stomach drop because experience had taught him that knocks usually meant trouble.He stood, smoothed his hoodie, and opened the door.His father filled the doorway with his usual calm, polished smile.The smile the world worshiped.The smile Kai never trusted.“Son,” his father greeted, warm voice layered with that CEO confidence magazines loved to praise. “How are you? How's school?”Kai swallowed. “I’m fine. School was… okay. I’m still getting used to it. Being homeschooled for years kind of messed up the whole socializing thing.”H

Kai froze with the phone still pressed to his ear, spine locked, heartbeat slamming so loudly he was sure it could be heard through the line. His father’s voice had a cadence to it, a specific order of words that meant danger. Not anger. Not disappointment. Trouble.And trouble with his father was never survivable.“I asked you something,” his father said again, calm in the way predators were calm. “You are keeping secrets from me, son?”Kai’s mind sprinted. No time to panic. Panic got people buried.He laughed. Soft. Casual. Perfectly placed.“Secrets?” Kai said, almost amused. “What secrets would I be keeping from you, father?”There was a pause. Then, precise as a scalpel, “You mentioned a name. Jaden.”Kai laughed again, a fraction louder this time, like the name itself was harmless. “Ah. Him. Of course you know him. He modeled in today’s shoot. The one Martin paired me with.”He leaned into the lie, dressed it nicely. “Actually… I was thinking he’s good. Very good. I wanted Marti