It Was Him Novels & Stories

Jake had ran a background check, and he had hit something. Something huge.

On stone. It was real.

To torment me. It was him.

At least I still had four thousand dollars to myself. "Um, yeah." I stood to my feet, following behind. I still couldn't hold his gaze after what I had put him through. "Hey," frank stopped in front of me, lifting my chin with his index finger so I could look into his eyes. "It's okay, don't blame yourself for anything that happened." "You're not mad at me?" I raised a doubting eyebrow.

The real culprit wasn't me. It was her.

REINA I stood in the bathroom, staring at the tomato sauce stain. It was a massive, bright-red, irreversible blot on my favorite white t-shirt. But the stain wasn't the worst part; the feeling was. Humiliation had a taste, and it tasted like salty marinara. I kept thinking about Austin’s face. That flicker. “You okay?” His voice was a low rumble, entirely different from the clipped, sarcastic tone he used at school. It was… human.

It was him, always him. And I was already losing.

Him. Vince.

it read, followed by a taunting smiley face. I knew it was him. The killer had made contact.

I looked at him. "It is," I said. And it was.