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blood but it eerily blended into the rug like it was part of the design, l

tting right opposite me and staring at me, he's been staring at me like that for some minutes now not asking any questi

look out the window as the ambulance disappears from sight, t

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creating a soft rhythm with his shoe, making me want to rip his leg out from his body because I crave silence and hearing the relaxing so

eyes on me like he's looking to read my reaction as he ta

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or college in a week". I shrug and

ll him what had happened and it is annoying. I know what he wants though, for

osition and feel a stab of pain at my side; it was probably a

..that you might have forgotten". He repeats and keeps on

e one who did it, that I killed someone and made the call to 911 to drive the suspicion away from me? I could see that it was somewhat s

ard on the coffee table

s on his way". I nod and he leaves. I pick up the card to see the police d

call if I ever felt guilty enough to confess not because he cared about my safety or because he would listen to whatever I had to say. They wanted me to confes

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