Where The Crawdads Sing Did She Kill Him 소설 & 이야기

“You little thief! I love it. Keep it. Wear it to bed. Rub one out to the memory. You’ve earned it.” I splashed water at her. She shrieked, splashing back. We dissolved into giggles, the kind that made my stomach hurt in the best way. But underneath the laughter, the ache lingered. Not just between my legs. Deeper. In the quiet spaces where hope used to live before Chad killed it on livestream. I looked out at the ocean again, endless and blue, and wondered if he was already gone. If he’d woken up, found me missing, and shrugged it off like every other man before him. Or if, just maybe, he’d felt it too. The pull, the magic.

“The nearest harbour is three miles west of this place and the only anchored ship leaves in the next fifteen minutes. We do not have much time.” Adrenaline spikes through my blood as I press my foot harder on the gas pedal. For the first time in my life, I pray like never before. I pray that Hayley and Darth do not do anything to hurt those children… and I pray that we all get out of this alive. “She killed Nico.” I whisper in disbelief. “She put a gun to his head and just… killed him.” “What?” Damon turns to me, his eyes as wide as saucers. “The rotten stench. The smell of a decomposing body. That was Nico. She killed him and stuffed him up there to rot… just like that.” The memory of his p

I was deep in thoughts, I didn't exactly know where to begin so I threw the question at her like a perfect gentleman with a humble smile on my face “ Whose hands do you wish to die at? Short or I?” Her eyes dashed between both of us then she spat bitterly, “ Bastards.” I shut her mouth up with a hard slap, she spat out a mouthful of blood. She was still looking at me fiercely, I smirked at her. She cowered and looked elsewhere. I hummed a line, “ Down by the drains, where the watermelons rot..” She looked up, it was a death song to me. A song, I sung before I butchered up another person.

Brandon had not expected me to catch him. Off-balance, he stumbled back even further than I had, his foot slipping dangerously close to the cliff's edge. Clutching my hand, tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Darling, don't let go! I beg you, I don't want to die!" I could not help but laugh at his pitiful state. "Fess up. Were you trying to kill me?" Brandon would not confess, shaking his head frantically. "No, my love! You have my word, I had no intention of killing you. It was all a joke!"

He drives and drives, until the point where I have no idea where we're at. Cade stops in an abandoned field and stares out into the distance. "She's dead," he whispers. "She overdosed." "I'm so sorry, Cade. I'm sorry you didn't find her in time." "I knew it was coming. She's been bad my entire life. It's always been coming. They said she was in an alleyway. Someone saw her and called the police. She's had intercourse recently, maybe raped, they didn't know." Dread fills the truck.

She muttered with a low voice, more to herself not to me. "I can handle it, tell me, i am not a kid anymore." I said trying to get her to tell me what she knows. She lifted her head and looked at me, "Cara- you were still little when one day i- i saw, i saw your dad, he-" "He what ?" I said when she couldn't continue. She shook her head, her voice trembled a bit as she talked, it's like i am bringing the pain of that memory back, " He killed someone. Right in front of my eyes."

“I killed her.” The world shattered around me. “No,” I whispered, my mind racing, denial clawing at me as I struggled to process his words. “No, that… that can’t be true.” He stepped closer, his eyes locked onto mine, his gaze steady, unflinching. “She trusted me, just as you do. And when the moment came, I tore her open. I watched the blood spill, heard her screams fade. It was… beautiful.” A wave of nausea crashed over me, the room spinning as I stumbled back, bile rising in my throat. “You… killed her?” My voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. “You… murdered her?”

Her eyes went to Conrad's body and I felt her entire frame go rigid. "No." The word came out small. Broken. "No no no no." Her head turned. She looked past me, past Kieran, out toward the field and the house where the party had been. Where bodies still lay scattered like discarded toys. Students who'd come here expecting music and alcohol and maybe a hookup. Not death. Never death. "I killed them." Rae's voice cracked. Tears started falling and once they started they didn't stop. They just kept coming, streaming down her face in hot tracks that carved lines through the blood and dirt. "I killed them all. Goddess, no. I'm a monster."

It was my death certificate. Mom picked up a pen but didn't sign. Instead, she threw it heavily to the ground and tore the document apart until it was in pieces. She said, "I'm not signing it. Flora isn't dead! Why should I sign a death certificate for someone who's still alive?" Then, Mom yanked Cindy up from the floor. "Come home with me. Flora pulled this stunt when she was younger. She jumped into the river and made everyone think she was dead. And what happened? Didn't someone send her back the very next day?"

I whispered and he chuckled darkly. “Who are you again?” “Hanie Carter. Wife to Ethan Carter. CEO of the Carter enterprise. My husband is so loving to let me take over his company.” I muttered dotingly as we walked out of the room and he nodded in satisfaction. “Don't slip up. Emotions would only break you down and make it easy for you to be trampled on.” He reminded me and I flashed him a smile. “Stephanie Stone died in the elevator that day. Along with all her emotions. Hanie is manipulative. Dangerous. Seductive. We're not the same.” I said, getting into the car and he leaned down, a cunning look on his face.