Beneath the Ink (COMPLETE)

Tattletale

He is a stalker people. Last call to dip🤪

Rhodes Beverley

I knew every line of this show she watched before bed.

Gilmore Girls, Twilight, and Grease were her guilty pleasures.

She was eating the white Cheeto puffs she always craved but occasionally bought since she didn't always want to eat "like shit".

I was grateful for the subtitles, it made it easier to stay caught up.

She was on my favorite episode.

Dean broke up with Rory during the 24 hour dance because she loves Jess.

The asshole who reads and pisses everyone off.

I loved watching her reaction.

She was in love with Jess, no matter how many wrongs he made.

He was her fictional boyfriend.

She hated Logan. But not really.

She hated college Rory.

She hated the petty fight Lorelei and Rory had that lasted forever.

My least favorite part too.

I watched her squeal into a pillow.

Most of all, I loved watching her watch Twilight.

She was in love with all Emmett, Jasper, and Edward, loved Jacobs body.

That was because she loved Taylor Lautner.

She loved the Twilight soundtrack. Played it all the time.

But otherwise loved Melanie Martinez, but listened to 5SOS and Chase Atlantic often for a different vibe.

I loved Chase Atlantic.

We shared a favorite song by them.

Well, two.

Meddle About and Church.

But beside that, she loved songs that reminded her of summer.

Especially while she got ready.

That varied from One Direction, to She by Harry Styles.

18 was her favorite by One Direction.

She turned off the TV when Lorelei began lecturing Rory.

She crossed her arms, sitting in silence.

I wondered how'd she react if she knew she was never actually alone.

Well, occasionally she was, but that's when I worked.

I always made sure to get off before 4, keeping my appointments early.

Because if she was going to get used to me, I'd come every day rather than once a week.

Then I wondered if she was serious about the Pink Dogwood tree tattoo.

Then I recalled Thomas.

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When she was asleep I came through her back door, knowing where the key was.

I came through, going into her room, I checked on her, seeing she was very much sleeping.

I opened her phone, her password just being her birthday.

I looked at her messages, seeing Thomas.

God he was a creep.

Thomas: You make me so hard, we should meet up. 1 hr ago.

I checked to see if she perhaps had his location.

I grabbed my phone, putting his home address in my GPS.

I rid of that tab, marking the text as unread before standing, looking down at her.

Her hair looked so soft.

I shook my head of the thought and left, locking the back door behind me, returning the key where she hid it.

Alright Thomas.

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I knocked on his door, hoping he'd think I was her.

He answered.

"Baby did you- it's a man." He looked up at me.

I lightly pushed him into his house, going inside with, shutting the door behind me.

"Hey-man what's going on?" He panicked.

I decided he didn't need extra damage and put my brass knuckles back in my pocket.

I grabbed his throat, "if this is about Cecelia, y-you can have her."

Easy thing about people. They knew almost why everything happened.

That's why I never had to speak. They dig their own fucking grave.

I landed a blow across his face, dislocating his jaw.

I released him, wiping off my hands.

He was passed out, so I stepped over him, into his kitchen, washing my hands thoroughly, my body threading with goosebumps from his clammy skin.

People were disgusting.

I washed them twice, not using anything in this house to dry them as I left, getting back into my car.

I turned on the heat, shaking the water off them lightly.

Hopefully he doesn't talk.

No one likes a tattletale.