𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘|(𝐄.𝐁 𝟏𝟖+)

The End.

I was going crazy with my pregnancy. I hated the cravings, and the mood swings.

I was always a little worried about Layla.

I messaged her a few hours ago, and she hasn't responded. All I wanted at the moment was to cuddle with her while watching a movie. I missed her a lot.

I was also a little pissed.

In less then an hour, I got four phone calls.

One from Trevor, one from Nonna, one from Laura, and one from Leo.

God, I'm so annoyed with Leo.

He calls twice a day, as I know he means it well, but I just need some space from everyone except for Layla.

I was about to pause the movie to get some more popcorn when I heard a knock at the door. I checked the time, it was 8:30 pm.

Must be Layla.

I paused the movie, walking to the door. I didn't bother to check the little hole through the door, and immediately opened it.

Holy...shit...

Erich stood there at the door, piercing through me with his blue eyes.

He shoved himself through the door, and I couldn't seem to comprehend an emotion as he looked at me.

"Are you going to stand there and look fucking stupid?" He asked, and I exhaled.

"W-What are you-"

"Fuck, Evie." He whispered as he got closer to me. I moved back, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me close to him.

"You're beautiful, fuck, you're gorgeous." He muttered, nuzzling his head into my neck. I gasped as he put his hand on my stomach.

"But you're getting fat." He spat and moved away.

"Fat? I'm filling up because of YOU."

"You should've been on birth control."

"You should've used a fucking condom." I spat back, and Erich didn't look at me.

"That night, was the biggest mistake of my god damn fucking night." I said, and he exhaled.

"So why don't you get a fucking abortion?"

"Because I don't believe in that shit."

"Did you believe in it while you were being trafficked by your foster parents?" He asked, and immediately my entire body stopped in shock.

"W-What?" I asked, and he walked up to me, but I put a barrier between us with my hand.

"I know. I know everything that happened to you. I know you were trafficked, and you got pregnant and had to have an abortion." He whispered, and I felt my eyes start to get watery.

"I know you were raped, I know you were being trafficked, and I knew you were thrown around like a piece of trash."

"YOU treated me like a piece of fucking trash."

"Everyone has." He whispered, and I full on started to sob.

"Erich why can't you just leave me alone? Why can't you just l-let me have the kid?"

"You don't understand my darling, I won't and never will have a kid." He whispered and I felt his hand going to throat.

He started to squeeze hard, and I tried prying his hand off me, but black spots started to clear my vision, and soon enough, I fell unconscious.

Erich's pov
Evie went limp in my hands. She fell on me, and I exhaled as I threw her body on the couch.

I went up to her, checking her pulse. I could feel something slight, and sighed.

I noticed her face, which was a little pale. I saw the faint print on her neck, and realized I had to kill her.

I couldn't face a trial.

I had to make it look like a suicide.

For some reason, I didn't feel bad nor scared. When I kill Cindy, I had the littlest bit of nervousness, but with Evie, I don't feel that.

I walked to the cupboard, and my eyes widened at rope in the drawer.

Why the fuck does she have a rope here?

I pulled the rope out, walking to Evie. I saw the color slowly going back to her face. I wrapped the rope around her neck, pulling heavily.

She didn't struggle. She didn't even move. I pulled for a few minutes, before stopping. I felt her pulse.

Nothing.

I walked to the room, seeing a fan from the ceiling. I tied the rope from the fan, and exhaled. I turned back, and stared at the rope.

Holy...Shit.

I've never seen someone kill themselves.

Use drugs, yes.

Use hookers, yes.

Seen murder, yes.

But a Suicide? Fuck no.

I turned around, walking back to the living room. I saw Evie laying there limp, her body pale as hell. Suddenly I heard something.

Police Sirens.

I looked at the window, seeing around 15 police cars pulling up. I heard a bang of the door.

"ERICH BLUNT, IT'S SFPD." A voice rang out.

I know that voice.

Mulligan.

"Mulligan?"

"Erich, just tell us if she's alive." She said, and I exhaled. I didn't respond, and Mulligan sighed.

"Erich just let Evie come out. We know everything, do you really want to go through another trial?" She asked, and I ran my hands through my hair.

I looked at Evie's limp body, and then thought about prison.

The rest of my fucking life. In Prison.

Fuck that.

I walked to the bedroom, jumping on the bed. I stared at the rope, before I put my head in.

I heard the door slam open, and quickly I jumped.