The Other Girl (Yandere Males)

His side

(This is a POV from the side of Kira)

I sat on my bed cradling the picture.

She must've been at least 10 in this picture.

Her hair in pigtails, her eyes full of tears.

She looked so cute in this picture but she also looked so sad. Her poor little face showing tremendous fear.

Poor Y/N, she must've been struggling for so many years.

Standing up I pin the picture. Right next to all the other pictures.

Staring at it, I smile serenely.

The door opens and Arlo walks in.

He's eating a donut and gazes at my collage of pictures.

"So.. what's the next step?" He says taking another big bite.

"Dude, you're getting crumbs all over my room." I say annoyed and glancing at the floor.

He ignores me.

"Man, I gotta say Y/N is going to be shocked. I mean you've become pretty crazy with this whole thing."

I smirk and walk over to my closet.

The screams inside were muffled.

Opening it I stare down at the blindfolded boy.

The gag in his mouth and the cuffs on his hands make me scoff.

"She's going to have to learn to live with it. Not until this all over with."

Arlo licks his finger and walks over to stand next to me.

"Oh yeah, mom said to clean up all the blood. And dispose of his legs. Too messy." He said letting out a satisfied burp.

The boy thrashes about crying.

"Yeah. Yeah. I will. Give me a hand will you? I need to kill him anyways."

Arlo nods and we both grab the guy hoisting him up.

He screams into his gag and Arlo rolls his eyes.

"Oh yeah. Violet texted me. You might want to read it later". He huffed as we carried the boy out of my room.

I grit my teeth.

God, I hated her so much. But whatever, she was part of this whole thing.

The blood pooled down onto our marble floors as we carried him into the surgical room.

Strapping him in I let out a breath.

"Arlo, grab me the saw. And put something on". I say as I pull on my gloves.

Arlo hums and then pulls up a James Blunt song.

I whip around to glare him and he cackles.

"This song is perfect for you and her". He says with a laugh then salutes me.

He saunters out of the room as the song plays from my iPad stashed in a corner.

Rolling my eyes, I put on my surgical mask and get to work.

Everything I did. Was all for Y/N.

James Blunt was wrong. She couldn't hate me.

She never would.

I'll make sure of that.