𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒

𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 (𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟 #2)

(𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎  𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑)

This was it, we were actually letting her go. Was it a smart plan? I wasn't sure anymore, but I know we didn't necessarily have a motive anyways... she had no need to even be here...or was that what i was convincing myself over and over?

It was around one in the afternoon when I decided to head downstairs to cara, since she was leaving I might as well have let her go...I wasn't sure how she would react but i didn't care much anymore. I didn't know what was going on with me much these days.. the only thing on my mind was cara.

Heading down to the basement I unlock the steel door and switch the light on, seeing cara sitting on the mattress. She looks up at me unexpectedly and I look in her eyes, her brown chocolate orbs taking me in. She was still beautiful and yet I wasn't sure how I had changed my view on her and yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"I'm..really going?" She blinked, taking in the scenery around her. Stepping over to her I grab her wrists and uncuff her, the chains breaking free. She stares at me blankly, she was probably as confused as I was. I hadn't planned to let her free but with her life basically destroyed already what was there left to do with her? Travis had left to check in on her father's progress while I stayed here...I couldn't help but feel a little giddy knowing you was here with her and he wasnt.

She wiggles her wrists around and takes in her outfit before staring back at me, confusion written behind her eyes.

"Is...this.. actually happening?" Her eyes begin to water and I shrug, not sure how to answer her anymore.

She steps towards me and I take a sharp breath as her eyes find mine, her hands reaching out slowly to trace the tattoo beneath my neck. She was so addicted to necks and touching it was satisfying and yet frustrating because it felt too teasing..and I fucking hated it.

"Um...let's go get you some new clothes."

I get it, I was an asshole and probably crazy, we did all of this unnecessary shit to her and we were letting her go like it wouldn't matter.

She follows me upstairs and doesn't say much as she takes in everything around her for the first time in weeks. This whole thing has been a shit storm, everything swirling through my mind constantly. I had hated her and planned to make her suffer and yet...couldn't.

Heading into the bedroom I open the closet that had been stuffed with pairs of clothes, we had planned to keep her here for awhile...and yet she was leaving just like that. I wait by the mattress and take in the room as she finds clothes she would wear, after all this was her last day after all. We didn't exactly know what each room was really like until we actually looked at it, we were only ever really in here to grab clothes and then leave.

She grabs dark black jeans and a large t-shirt before turning my way, silently asking for permission.

"Okay...let's go".

Time: 6:45 p.m

Cara sat silently at the dining table while I prepared for food for us both, not that I was even hungry but sitting here with her silently didn't exactly make me feel normal either, more like uneasy and anxious.