THE B TEAM // Pretty Little Liars #WATTYS2014 #FANFICTION

Chapter 83: I Choose You, Murderer!

His eyes are agony and love at the same time and I am trying my best to fathom this but the words are gone, the formula is nonexistent and the picture is missing.

 

He is beauty made agony.

 

I pause for half a second before I uncross my arms and slide my hand into his. He flinches but I hold his hand firmly and turn and walk out the prison door, dragging him behind me.

 

“My fami-“ he begins. He is so unbearably naïve.

 

I can’t stand it.

 

Once we are outside I turn around abruptly to face him. “No. There is no Family. Not for you, not for me. And though I have absolutely no interest about the topic of your fragile family life, you need to hear this. They aren’t coming for you and they never will. From now, you aren’t associated with them and for a matter of fact, you are stuck with me right now. Let that be the end all and be all, okay?

 

 

I sigh. He is staring at our hands.  He slips his hand out and looks away from me.

 

“I don’t know who you are,” he whispers.

 

I sigh, my eyes scanning around the parking lot. “That’s clearly not the most important thing right now. I know, we don’t know each other wel-“

 

I am cut off by Wesley with eyes of black orbs, “I killed a person.”

 

I am momentarily stunned.

 

I swallow,” I know.”

 

He is looking at me curiously, “You want me for something, do you not?”

 

I nod slightly, narrowing my eyes, “Perhaps.”

 

“You are choosing a murderer?” Wesley says.

 

I swallow again, sweat breaking out on my forehead. I check my phone. No missed called from Holbrook. I am safe for now.

 

“No. I am giving some freedom. And besides, I’m sure there is more than meets the eye,” I say back.

 

He looks at me.

 

Time folds into its self and walks by, waving off into the distance.

 

“Why do I feel like I haven’t left prison?”

 

He is the one that says that.

 

He is staring at me and he says that.

 

I should be offended. I should be mad. But the only thing I say is,

“If you feel like that why are you still here?”

 

His eyes twitched. He is amused.” Someone’s company is better than none,” he says.

 

I am back business:

 

“Well, lets get this straight. If someone’s asks: you don’t know me, you are not Wesley Fitzgerald and you are definitely not a murder, capuche?” I say like I’m a mother scolding their children.

 

He smiles slightly, “I like you.”

 

I don’t know why he finds me of such amusement.

 

“Well, if I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be here,” I smirk back.

 

He is still staring at me, but it isn’t the intensity as it was before. It is a soft sort of acceptance, but it is still hesitant.

 

I point to my car and we walk to it. He pulls himself into the passenger seat and I pull myself into the drivers.

 

“Why are you not terrified?” he whispers as I start the car.

 

I laugh a small dry laugh and smile at him.

 

“Because I’ve killed people before, just not the way you have.”

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