Angel from hell

"Fuck" kept repeating in my head as I ran up the stairs and entered my room. I paced back and forth, breathing heavily. I couldn't comprehend what just happened. Was this telepathy? Or just a coincidence. Or are we both psychic. Oh wait, why was he crying though.
Or at least it looked like he was crying. Maybe he was just sick. But, he was also shaking. I'm no doctor but, I don't think you shake like that when you have a cold.
Was something wrong? Did he do something? Did Juliet do something to him?
I did care about him. I do. Absolutely. But, I feel like he's mad at me. Considering I just ran out of his car without saying goodbye. He probably thinks I couldn't wait to get away from him. Maybe he thinks I thought he was crazy.
Andy's P.O.V:
I entered my house with a sigh. She probably thinks I'm crazy. I knew I shouldn't of told her like that. I'm so stupid. I heard noise in the kitchen. Juliet was probably cooking dinner. I walked to the kitchen and greeted her with a kiss. But, she noticed I was crying. Yeah... I haven't even told Juliet why I've been crying all day. I didn't EVER tell her. Because I don't want to lose her.

"Hunny, why are you crying? You're shaking too."

I had to think quick of a reasonable lie.

"Something just happened to Trevor. It just upsetted me. I'm fine now though." She looked very confused.

"Okay, dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay. I just have to go wash up." I then walked to the stairs and up to my room. I sat on the bed and let out a big weep. I still think about this dark secret everyday. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to kill her. I loved her.... Her name was Macey. I met her in 9th grade. We started dating. But, one night me and her were walking home late at night and Mason, the high school bully, a senior, a jock who played football, came up to us and started beating her up.
I had been carrying my parent's pistol just in case. When I went to shoot his hand so he would let go of her, I missed and hit her in the chest. I was heart broken. Mason just ran away. He never told the police, and I broke the pistol right there. I ran home and started packing. I left that night and escaped to LA. I stole money from my parents. I regret everything to this day. I didn't mean to. Now I'm scared to go outside my house. I'm scared that the police are going to find out who killed her and come find me and take me to jail.
Im in a band. I'm famous. If I went to jail I would just ruin everything. It was partly because I didn't want to, but mostly for my band and Juliet. Even Trevor. I'm just so scared to tell anyone. I've apologized to Macey many times. I hope she forgives me.
Why wouldve I wanted to kill her. She was my best friend, let alone my first girlfriend. I cared about her. I wasn't even thinking of killing Mason. Sure I wanted to, but I was only going to shoot his hand so he would let go of her. He was hurting her, badly. And I couldn't do anything cuz I was just a scrawny 15 year old. "I'm so fucking sorry, macey." I whispered to myself.

Notes

I know it's short. I think I'll update later tonight to make up for it. Love ya!