𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 (𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 #2)

Watching the poor old man sink in his car I could see the lack of sleep catching up to him rather quickly. He looked like shit...and I couldn't help but feel giddy.. excited? Seeing him crumble knowing his daughter was in my arms felt rather perfect.

I had been here for the past week spying on charlie Henderson, wondering how life was going for that lowlife. I was keeping a low profile and keeping my ears on anything that might of have been useful. Luckily the police are a bit slower than usual.

On the drive home I could feel myslef tense up the closer I am towards the little cottage. Travis hasn't updated me much about that little bitch and I wasn't worried much but parts of me wondered of something had happened between them...

Finally reaching the house I park the car and climb out, breathing in the fresh and grassy air that surrounded the little house. The air felt less stuffy than the city air and I preferred this over city air a million times over.

Stepping in the house I shut the door behind me and toss my keys onto the couch, taking my puffy jacket off and tossing it as well. For some reason the air was stuffy and tense and I couldn't tell if it was because there was just hot air or just because something happened.

Heading down to the basement I find Travis sitting on the couch as he stared at her through the window, a unreadable expression on his face. His arms were crossed against his chest and I knew something was wrong with him I just wasn't sure what.

"Travis" I spoke and he turns towards me, his eyes on mine. They were bloodshot red, puffy and tears welled within them. He looked like shit but I wasn't going to say anything considering something must have been wrong.

"I fucked up..." With that he rushes upstairs, not saying anything. My brother never cried, he never showed much emotion ever since being released from prison and I understood why and didn't push him into it. But..what had happened to the point where he couldn't even talk to me?

Looking at cara she's bundled up in the corner, crying harder than she ever has.

Fuck now I get to deal with that emotional bitch...

Unlocking the door I step inside and she stares at me, her face completely unrecognizable. Her eyes were bloodshot red as well and it's like she hasn't slept in days, her face was pale, thinning out more as the days go by.Her hair was frizzy and tied into a bun and yet..I wondered how she still managed to stay... beautiful. I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth, like a disgusting flavor of toothpaste.

"Miss me cara?" I smiled, leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes scan over me as she wipes her nose, sniffling loudly.

"I..kind of forgot you were gone"she hiccups and I couldn't explain why but I felt..anger? John Crashaw could and would never be forgotten.

"Have fun with my brother?" I needed to know what happened.. obviously something did why wasn't anyone telling me?

Her eyes immediately begin to water again and she shakes her head, pulling her knees tighter into her chest.

"He...."

"Spit it out" I warned, stepping towards her, I wasn't going to wait years for either of them to tell me what the fuck was going on, either it was now or I would snap.

"No..." She wiped her nose and blinks at me, taking deep breaths. I appreciate the confidence she was gaining..but it was no match for the anger that boiled up.

"Cara-"

"No, fuck you! I don't owe you anything!" She stands up suddenly, wiping her eyes again before she pushes her shoulders back which helps her stand up straighter.

"You're right...you don't owe me anything" stepping towards her she doesn't back down and Im impressed by her act of boldness, it wouldn't last long though...

"So stop asking questions..stop talking to me as if I owe you shit" she growls, anger  flashing beneath her eyes. It was actually...an odd sensation seeing her mad, seeing her like this as if it was a match to the anger that was being fueled by the second the longer I'm here.

"Cara..." I was more than angry, they weren't answering my questions, she had come for me as if I deserved this shit..so why couldn't I move? Why was I stuck here watching her get angrier, something stirring up inside of me?

"Back up...being here is torture enough..but I don't need you both.." she speaks slowly and I step back, her words echoing in my mind over and over like a record.

"Both what?".

"...your brother...got me drunk...and...some-"

"You two fucked didn't you?" I growled, a mixed feeling burning through my veins. Why was I so...angry about this?

"No! How can you even ask me that?".

"I don't fucking know nobody is telling me anything!" I yell, running fingers through my tangled hair. I need to brush it one of these days I've just been...too tired.

"We kissed! And...he..."

"Speak up dont stutter now! What the fuck did you do?" Stepping close to her i knew she could practically feel the anger radiating off of me.

"He..touched me! Okay? Is that what you want to hear?" She yelled back, glaring straight into my eyes.

Sucking in a breath I hadn't known this would happen, why would I care? She was here as our personal attraction, we could do whatever we wanted with her and it wouldn't fucking matter why? Because she doesn't matter.

So why couldn't I breath properly? Why did it feel like the air was sucked out of my lungs?

"Do you regret it?" I simply asked her.

She's taken back by the question, just as confused as I am I bet. Where had that come from?

"...I don't know...if I would have known the pain I'd be in the next day..-"

"Yeah or no?".

"I don't fucking know! Why the fuck do you even care?".

I wasn't sure how to answer, I couldn't tell her the truth. What was the truth? Over these past few weeks of having her here I cant tell her I've grown fond of her, her boldness, her confidence, her eyes, everything about her was so stupidly beautiful and I hated myslef and yet wanted to know why I started this in the first place. Everytime I feel myslef growing some sort of sympathy for her it turns into this ugly raging hatred and that's all I know how to feel anymore.

"I don't" stepping out the room I lock the door behind me and turn to find my brother watching us both, having heard the whole thing.