Desiree

Chapter Eighty- Six

Desiree

A part of me wanted to believe him, but how could I? He was the only one who knew about this.

For the period of over ten years that I have been in Chicago, no one ever confronted me to ask me about what happened neither did anyone ask me why I murdered someone.

I screamed my lungs out cause I was tired, tired of running, tired if hiding, tired of myself.

How could Killian do this to me??

My tears weren't stopping neither was the pain in my heart that felt like I was about to breathe my last but every breath I took felt like I was about to slip into coma.

I picked my phone and stared at the message again.

Though none of it said that Killian was the one that gave that news but he had been acting pretty suspicious, that time I saw him in the living room and how awkward he acted..

Could that be what he was doing??

Why would he????

“Desiree please open the door I didn't do any of it!” He pleaded and it seemes like he was tearing up but it's only my tears I'm se