Trigger warning: this chapter contains mention/talks of Abortion. I also just want to say, while this story is set in LA/ America, I live in the United Kingdom. I know there's a lot of tension and such going on in the States at the moment in regards to the law on Abortion and such, but I want to make it clear here and now, that this is a rewrite of a book that I wrote YEARS ago. We are talking 13 PLUS years ago. The storylines were already written and I’m not changing the whole story because certain subjects make people uncomfortable. That's the point of trigger warnings. I mean no offence to anyone, I am a mother, and abortion isn’t an option for me personally but I have close/best friends who have made that choice and I don’t judge them for it. I don’t judge anyone for the choices they make for THEMSELVES and for what they believe is in their best interest... Everyone has a choice and a belief and they are entitled to that. That's all I am going to say on the subject. If you don’t
Chapter FortyFive Peyton’s Point of ViewDeciding it was better to get it over with, I called up my parents and asked if I could bring my boyfriend over for dinner. Of course, they didn’t mind and so, here we are… outside my parent's house… and I just couldn’t build up the courage to go inside. ‘Everything is going to be ok’. Luke tried to reassure me. I just smiled sadly. He had no idea how wrong he was. ‘We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready. We can just go in there and have dinner, let them get to know me first… and then tell them’. ‘That sounds like a good idea, but trust me, the longer we wait, the angrier they will be’. ‘Well then baby, you better get ready for this’. ‘I don’t think I'll ever be ready for this’. We shared a look before I took a few deep breaths and we headed for the door. Walking inside, the house seemed quiet. I knew they were home, and so was Ella. She was seeing Mike, but not till tonight. ‘You sure they’re here?’ I nodded and pulled him
Chapter FortySixI gave Peyton her stuff and explained what happened with dad. She just said he needed time to calm down after her news, which was true, but still doesn’t mean I deserved the way he treated me. I mean, our parents didn’t even know half of the reasons why Peyton and Luke shouldn’t be together, the biggest being how they met and his current Hobbies, but he loves her, and she loves him and their gonna have a baby and be a little family and I guess if she’s really sure… then that should be reason enough to be happy FOR her.Plus… I was gonna be an aunty, and I really couldn’t fucking wait! Sure, I wasn't a massive fan of the idea originally, but it was happening, so might as well enjoy it and be excited about the new family addition. We were in the middle of a conversation when there was a knock on the door, and Luke was standing there. 'Hey, sorry, I don’t mean to interpret, I’m just making sure that you girls are ok up here?’ We both nodded. ‘Awesome, Ok, call if you
Chapter FortySevenMichael’s point of View I got dressed and grabbed a few things out of my closet, shoving them in a bag and slung it over my shoulder. I walked over to Ella, fast asleep, laying peacefully in my bed and bent down, kissing her forehead. I made a mistake. A big mistake. I shouldn’t have asked her to marry me. Yes, of course, I meant it, I meant every word, and I had been planning on asking her, but... Now that I had and she had agreed, I just.. Couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. Of cheating on her when we were in Texas, of making her live with the fact she KNEW what I did, and that I couldn’t stop, she didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve a murderer. … But I wasn’t strong enough to stop. I didn’t want to stop. It was who I was. ‘I love you, and I always will,’ I whispered in her ear, kissing her again before I headed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind myself. I went downstairs and grabbed my keys off the hook in the hallway. Taking a look arou
Chapter FortyEightElla’s Point of View I slowly opened my eyes and instantly started smiling. The memories from last night came flooding back and for a second, I had to just lay there and think, making sure I hadn’t dreamt the whole thing. No, I hadn't. Michael proposed to me. I said yes! Still beaming, I rolled over, expecting to see Mike laying there, but the bed was empty. I reached out and it was cold. He hadn’t been here recently. Sitting up, I threw the covers off me and quickly grabbed my clothes off the floor, getting dressed. I looked out onto the balcony but he wasn’t there either. Maybe he was downstairs? Shrugging, I headed to the bathroom and turned the shower on. While the water heated up to the perfect temperature, I brushed my teeth before stripping naked and climbing in, letting the water wash over me, making me feel nice and fresh again. Wandering into the kitchen, Thomas was standing in front of the cooker, frying up some bacon. It smelled really nice. When h
Note: There will be a lot of POV changes coming up but it's just so readers (you) get a better understanding of how everyone is feeling about certain situations. Also, in case it wasn’t clear from the last chapter, there has been a large time jump, MONTHS have passed since Michael left Ella and LA. __________________________________________Chapter FortyNineMichael’s Point of ViewStanding up, I dropped the knife and tilted my head to the side, admiring my work. That was number 48. 48 victims in the past few months, and I still wasn’t sick of it. It was like an itch that no matter how much I scratch, I just can’t be satisfied. I was trying to work through some stuff. I figured if I could just control myself, work the murder and pain out of my system I could start considering going home and trying to make things work, but I was a long way from that, and the longer I stayed away, the harder the idea of going back was becoming. I walked over to the bar cart and poured myself a drin
Chapter FiftyMichael’s Point of View I just managed to get the body into my car without drawing too much attention. One of the good things about seedy motels, noone is looking at you and people make a point of not remembering what they see. Getting into the driver's seat, I turned the engine on, put my phone on the holder in front of me and headed off to find somewhere out in the countryside to bury my latest whore. I was only about half an hour into my drive when my phone started ringing, I checked the caller ID, and it was Thomas. God, what does he want now? I call the guys Once every few weeks to keep them updated, so they know I’m not in jail or worse, and in return, they don’t bother me, that was the deal. ‘Yes, Thomas?’ I answered with annoyance already clear in my voice, hopefully telling him not to keep me on the phone too long. Besides, I was busy. ‘You need to come back’. I paused for a minute. ‘Why? Is something wrong?’ Was there a problem with one of the guys?! ‘Sh
Chapter FiftyOne Ella’s Point of View ‘Come on, get up!’. Someone shouted, ripping open the curtains before I had a chance to let my eyes fully adjust, almost blinding me. I groaned in pain and pulled the covers up over my head, but in one quick swipe, the covers were gone too… good job I had pyjamas on! ‘Mum, please! I’m tired!’. I moaned at her, rolling over onto my stomach, burying my head in pillows in a last ditch attempt to shield myself from the morning sun. ‘Don’t stay up all night then!’. ‘I didn’t!’. I shouted after her as she left the room. I rolled back over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. I had only been home for about a week and they were already driving me completely insane. I grabbed my phone to check the time, growling in further annoyance when I saw it wasn’t even 8 am yet. I swear, my mum was trying to kill me! It didn’t take much for them to let me move back, which, I suppose was a good thing, but one of the conditions was that I had to start look