CHAPTER EIGHT

AMARA POV

BANG!!

Gunshot sound.

Silence.

Adrenaline rush. Confusion. Anxiety. Emotions everywhere. What in the fuck did I just do?

Not even a full month in college and Ive already killed a human. A real human. Flesh and bones.

I closed my eyes and tried to embrace the killer headache.

Mind floats into reality.

Looking into those dark cold empty eyes of Noah, a tear rolls down my cheek.

NNoah. And those were the last words I said before my eyes saw black.

***

Waking up to a gloomy room surrounded by grey walls, I raise my hand in attempt to cover the bright night light.

Opening my eyes fully, I face head-to-head with Noah.

you alright sweetheart? he asked.

I dont know how I feel Noah. Am. Confused. I said back.

He brought me into his arms for a cuddle. My emotions are high, I cant think straight. What if I tell? What if people find out Amber is missing?

Quickly turning back up to look into Noahs eyes, I ask Where is her body?.

Shredded and thrown, he said back with a smirk on his face.

I couldnt help but gasp. Remembering the day Amber told me they is a supposedly a killer who does this, but didnt believe her cause I thought she was talking nonsense.

Humming into agreement, I let the strong breath I was holding in, out, and telling my brain killing amber was a mistake, it was out of anger. Thats just it.

Noah has left to go make me breakfast in the kitchen, am still in bed deep into my thoughts.

Knock

Knock

Noah gets in to give me breakfast and turns on the morning news before we head to college.

In todays morning news live, President Clark has come to an agreement with the locals of Ganjam street to rebuild a safe environment for the children. College president to have reported a missing college student named Amber - -

Cut.

I look at Noah, who switched of the tv immediately when Amber was mentioned.

why? I ask him.

Because we dont need to watch old memories, he said back.

He then came closer to I, his deep cold eyes looking at. Amara he said. Look at me. And so, I did.

I am your safest heaven. No more caring about others. Just you and me, he said. do you understand me princess he said again.

Nodding in agreement. Maybe he is right. Maybe I shouldnt hold back how I am treated. Maybe I should stop caring about what others think or feel.

I understand I said back whispering.

Grabbing my face into his gentle manly hands, his cold red lips brush against mine, with a hot breath of fresh mint and smoke, we kiss deeply.

Breaking the kiss. Silence surrounding us for a moment. Noah looks at me and asks me a question in that moment, that I never knew would begin a whole lustful, violent, romantic tragedy.

Do you feel like you could do it all over again?, he said.

Yes. I whispered.

Yes?

Why was I saying yes? Why do I feel this way? Was it because of him? Was it the thrill of killing that I wanted? Who am I? He made me like this. Yesterday was only a taste of the thrill. A taste of what we could do together forever.

He pulls me closer to him, spins me around and hugs me from the back. Placing his soft lips on my collarbone he whispers, shall this be our little secret princess. Without hesitation, I nod in agreement. Promise I said to him.

I promise princess.