Not your typical story

Belladonna POV

I sat behind the dumpster for a while. I seen three cop cars go rushing by. I held my bag and alcohol close to my chest, as if it was a shield. I finally stumbled back to Shawn's after I threw the bloody close in the river on the way there. I came inside and found a smile on Shawn's face. "Did you cause the cops to get called," he asked. I stopped walking and stood there, not knowing what to do. He got up and came to me, looking at my clothes. "Well I don't see any blood on you or your clothes. What's this," he asked grabbing for the bag in my hands. "I thought I would bring something back....for you," I said trying to please him. His grin got bigger. "Hmmm Jim Bean and money, girl I should let you do more jobs like this." I nodded and handed over the things. Heard Shawn chuckle, "Good job Belladonna. Good job." I went to my room and sat on my bed. I looked at my hands, the hands that killed someone, that killed a man. A knock stirred me from my thoughts. "Yes?" In walked Shawn. He sat down on my bed next to me. "So tell me how you did it," he demanded. I messed with my hands, not wanting to replay what I did. A sighed, then hand came down on my upper leg and squeezed it. I looked up at him. "Tell me...now." I looked down again at my hands. "Well I had ran to him when I was leaving CC's, and he was flirting with me so I used his weakness. I got his number and called him earlier. He said he would pick me up and we would go do something, well it turns out that he wanted to go to his house. While we were there I had," I paused. It is awkward to talk to Shawn about having sex, seeing as he would more then likely get jealous because I wouldn't do it with him, "I um...got him to trust me. I waited for him to fall asleep, and knowing that he killed his wife/girlfriend, whoever it was, and claimed it was a suicide, I made it seem like he killed himself. I wrote a not saying he couldn't live with it and shot him in the head. I made sure to clean the gun and put it in his hand, with his fingerprints on it. I took off his clothes, and threw them in the river weighed down. Now I am about to take a shower to get the gun powder off of me." Shawn just looked at me as if I was a different person. Yes I know it seems creepy to know how to get away with murder, but when you think of different ways you become very well at it. I got up and left Shawn sitting there, amazed. I turned on the hot water and got in the shower. Twice in one day, I thought. Water can't wash away the things you remember, my green eyed mind said. I pushed further back, I can't handle what all I just did AND her. But she was right.

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