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the girlfriend

The warm water rushes down my body, washing away the bad thoughts. I should be excited. It’s my first time sleeping over at my girlfriend’s house, after all. I guess I’m just worried her parents will  come home early and catch me at their place. I’m not meant to be here, after all.

But I’d do anything for her— Anything for love.

I take a deep breath as I leave the shower, looking for a towel to dry myself off. Stepping out of the bathroom, I hear her phone buzzing. That’s so her; she never replies to any of my texts or calls. I go over to her phone and pick it up. It’s her parents.

“Hey honey, how are you going? Not getting into too much trouble, I hope!”

I crack a smile. Her mum is so sweet. I glance over at my girl; she’s slumped on the couch. Her body is the definition of perfect. She’s curved. She’s the perfect height. Her beautiful blonde hair flows majestically. God, I love her.

I nestle myself next to her on the couch. I slowly caress her hair as we sit in silence. Our love for each other speaks more words than we possible could. Our love is eternal…

I jolt awake at the sound of someone bashing on the front door. Ugh… what time is it? Did I really conk out on the couch?

Someone bangs the door again.

“Cassidy! I’ve come to check up on you! Your parents are worried sick!” I hear a woman call.

I glance at my girl— she’s still lying there. I don’t wanna disturb her… and I don't want to get caught. I run to her phone and turn it on. 16 missed calls. 24 unread texts. Shit.

I fumble around on the lock screen for a while, trying to figure out her passcode. A rush of relief waves through my body as I finally get in.

“Honey, I’m going to get really worried if you don't let me in! Don’t leave your aunty hanging!”

That’s it! I search through her contacts for her Aunty. My hands shaking, I try to formulate a text message.

“Hey aunty. Not feeling well, you woke me up. Going to go back to sleep, come back later. x”

The door banging stops. I guess it worked? I should probably get going; don’t want someone to walk in on me, after all. I hurriedly grab all my things, making sure not to leave anything behind. I can’t let anyone know I was here, after all.

I dash back into the bathroom and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There are cuts and bruises all along my body. I crack a smile. I got hurt pretty badly when I snuck in to her house. She couldn’t open the front door for me so I had to sneak in through a window. Oh, the things she makes me do for love!

As I’m about to leave through the window I remember her phone. I can’t just leave it there!

Shit. It’s not where I thought I left it— I must’ve misplaced it in my rush to leave. Um um um…. I guess I’ll call it?

Whipping out my phone, I dial her number. Her contact is saved as “My Love”, naturally. After a couple of seconds the iconic marimbas that signify a phone call begin to play. I follow the direction of noise and see her phone fallen under the couch.

I reach for it and see my number calling under the alias “CREEP! DO NOT ANSWER”. I guess her parents set it to that, so she wouldn’t talk to me or something. I wonder if she’s said anything to her friends about me. I know I shouldn’t but I open up her phone and scroll through her texts.

“Yeah, he’s been messaging me again”

“I know, what a freak”

“I think I should get a restraining order”

It goes on and on. I shake violently. That bitch! This is why I had to do it. She made me! I love her so much. I need her in my life. We were meant to be together. She was meant to love me back—

My train of thought is broken as I hear the door barge open.

“Cassidy!” her aunt calls. “Cassidy?”

I stare at her as the colour drains from her face. Her eyes widen and she drops her handbag in fear.

“OH MY GOD… YOU’VE— YOU’VE KILLED HER!”