Noah's POV
I feel the tension in the room skyrocket as soon as the words leave my mouth.
First, all I see in her emerald eyes is shock.
Then there's something else.
Turmoil.
"I..."
"Hope." The word comes out sharper than I intended, she starts fidgeting.
"Have. You. Killed. Someone?" I say slowly, and she swallows hard.
I've never seen someone more guilty looking.
"It was an accident!" She blurts out, guilt dripping from her voice.
"Tell me what happened." I say firmly. She nods.
"I was walking home at around nine PM, it was two years ago in the middle of October. I took a new route home, a longer route, to check out the Halloween decorations." She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly before continuing.
"I walked past a bar and stopped for few seconds to zip my jacket up. Then I heard someone running behind me."
She presses a hand to her mouth, trying to calm herself down.
"It was a guy I'd never seen before. I could tell he was drunk and started to walk away, but he grabbed me."
I watch her face as she tries to remember the details.
"He started dragging me to an alleyway. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth and put a knife to ny throat." She shudders at the memory.
"I panicked, he bent over to get something and I-I grabbed a pipe, I didn't mean to hurt him, I just wanted to knock him out so I could run!"
A sob tears from her throat, but she pushes it down.
"But then the police were everywhere the next day...and I realized what-what I'd done." Her voice is barely audible at the end.
I keep my face blank.
She buries her head in her hands and suppress a sigh as I realize I'm probably going to have to comfort her.
You can't tell someone sbout a thing like that and be ok after.
Now, how do I do this?
I pat her back awkwardly and she looks up, bewildered.
"Look this isn't my area of expertise." I mutter, and she gives a choked laugh.
Well that's better than crying I guess?
"Clean yourself up and come back downstairs. If you ever need to talk to me, I'm always at home from eight to two." I say once she gets it together.
She nods shortly and I leave her to do whatever the hell it is girl do to make sure no one can tell they were crying.
Well that was...interesting.
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Deadly innocence
Mystery / Thriller"Nothing." I mutter, trying and failing ro hide the plastic container behind me. The next thing I know, the small bottle is in his hand and he's reading the prescription with surprise in his face. "Hope..." he says slowly, and dumps the pills out of...
