Ever since we were kids, __________ always was my first pick to marry. I wanted her more than anything. I wanted her to love me like I did.

Then Kyle came. The bastard romanced her. I tried anyway to get her to love me, not him. I even tried dating Dorothy for a while to get her jealous.

The bastard.... He deserved to die in the woods.... I don't feel a shred of guilt about choking him.... The way he manipulated _________ into loving him.... It was sick....

Poor _________ didn't know what to think. Her fiancé appeared in the woods dead. She was too shocked to say anything.

Alicia found out through her powers. She said she was going to tell my father. So I grabbed the crystal ball off the table and slammed it into her head. She hit the ground.

I was about to leave when I heard shuffling upstairs. I walked up there and saw Ray, shaking under his covers. I grabbed the pillow off his bed and held it over his face so he couldn't breathe.

Three people died within a week, a serial killer on the loose, and ________ could hardly take the stress. So I comforted her. I would visit her everyday and make her food.

As time went on, people started to question my suspicious behavior. So I had to frame someone.

I framed Dorothy.

It made sense, a jealous Dorothy killed Kyle. That was what everyone said, it's what everyone believed. Dorothy is still in jail today.

I asked ___________ to come to Selphia with me. She agreed quickly, wanting to get out of Alvarna. She made accessories for me to sell to the villagers. We bought a house together too. It was next door to Forte and Kiel.

Yet __________ didn't see me as a lover. I had to settle with sleeping in the room next door to hers. I had to be tortured with hearing her sweet breathing and the noises she made while she dreamed.

Recently, I've started watching her while she sleeps. A few weeks ago I started pulling her blanket back to see her wonderful body. The way her clothes hung ever so sexily on her made my breathing shaky. The way her outstretched neck was so clear of markings. Her hair slightly damp.....

Though the other day, I did it again. She had a soft smile while she slept. I pulled the blanket back again, aching to see her body just once more.

That's when I saw it on her neck.

The hickey.

I felt rage raise in my stomach. I walked out of the room and pulled my clothes on and left her sleeping. I walked next door and kicked the door open. Forte jumped up, frightened. I ignored her and walked over to her younger brother.

I grabbed the small boy by the shirt and glared into his eyes, "Who has __________ been with?!"

"Wh-What?! I don't know!"

"SHUT UP!! You know everything in this town don't you?! Tell me who she's been seeing!!"

Kiel's eyes were wide, watering. Forte's sword rested slightly on my shoulder, "Put. Him. Down."

I glared at her, my hand wrapped around Kiel's neck, "Back off...."

"L-L...."

I turned my attention back to the sobbing Kiel, "L-Leon...."

I dropped te boy and pushing past Forte. I turned to her before leaving and said, "You tell anyone and I'll kill Kiel."

"Barrett.... Why....?" asked Forte, holding Kiel close to her chest.

I didn't answer her and left.

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"Barrett? Are you going out?" asked _________ from the other room.

"I'm just going to walk around town," I said.

She came into the kitchen and smiled, "Let me redo your braid! It's all messed up!"

I nodded and sat down in a chair. Her soft fingers pulled the tie from my hair and tugged my bandana off. She slowly combed my hair with her fingers and said, "Hey Barrett? What do you think of Leon?"

".....Why?"

"Because your opinion matters to me," she said, seperating my hair into parts.

"Are you sleeping with him?"

"W-Where did you hear that?!" she cried, my hair in her hands.

"A rumor...." I said.

"....We didn't sleep together but we did....make out...." she said, embarassed. She began braiding my hair. When she was done, she removed her hands and smiled, "How's that-?"

I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her lips onto mine. Her eyes were wide and she tried to pull back. I stood up and pushed her on the clear table, her back arching. She was panting and blushing. She looked scared.

I leaned down and licked her lip. My fingers interlaced with hers.

"B-Barrett.....! What are you doing?!" she cried.

I didn't say anything at first. I just looked into those familiar eyes and pecked her lips, "Something I've been wanting to do for a long time...."

She kicked me off of her. I staggered back a bit as she stared at me. She was gaping.

I growled, "Why are you fighting me....?"

"What are you talking about?!" she cried, scared.

"I....." I sighed and leaned back.

"Barrett.....?"

"I........ I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU!"

She jumped at my yelling. I pulled her by her shirt and grabbed her by the face. Her breathing became erratic and forced.

"I have made sure.... That your life is comfortable.... That you....didn't fall for anyone that could hurt you.... Like Kyle.... He saw you as a prize...."

"Don't talk about him...." she whispered.

"I have the right to talk about him!! I was the one who killed him!!"

Her face was twisted into horror, "What.....? N-No! Dorothy-!"

"I killed Kyle," I said to her face. "I killed Alicia.... I killed Ray.... I used Dorothy so I could be with you.... I didn't want us to be separated....."

I cupped her face, "Because I love you too much to do let that happen...."

She looked up at me. Her eyes shone with tears, "You're a monster...."

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I held __________ close. She was shaking.

"Are you cold?"

She didn't reply. I didn't expect her to. Ever since that day, she hasn't said much of anything.

Today was Sunday. I planned to sit in the living room and cuddle her. This was how I always wanted to my Sunday's to go. Just spending time with her.

There was a knock at the door. I stood up and kissed her head. I opened the door. It was a group of _________'s girlfriends. Margaret, Frey, Clorica, and Dolce.

Frey smiled, "May we come in?"

"...Fine."

I let the group of girls in. I wanted to slam the door in their face for coming near here.

"Uh.... Barrett?" sang Margaret. "Could you let us talk for a little bit~?"

I opened the door and left. Of course, I wasn't going to leave __________ alone with those girls.... So I leaned next to the window outside.

"_________! You haven't been yourself lately! What's been going on?!" cried Margaret.

__________ looked at her lap, "I can't say...."

"Why can't you.....?" said Clorica softly.

"Is it a secret?" asked Frey.

".....B-Ba...." she started to say. Instead she covered her mouth an let out a fit of sobs.

"Is Barrett beating you?" asked Dolce darkly.

"I would never let anyone hurt ________!" chirped the ghost beside her master.

'How dare they assume that I would ever hurt _________....'

This conversation continued for several minutes when I decided I had enough. I looked outside and saw an old rusty forging hammer. I grabbed it in my hand and weighed it.

'Heavy.... Just light enough to swing it....'

I opened the door silently and closed it behind me. I turned the lock. I stepped gently down the hall. Frey's back was turned I walked up behind her and raised the hammer.

Frey's body collapsed on the nice rug ___________ had made. I turned to Margaret as she screamed and begged for her life.

Several screams later, all the girl's were dead. Pico faded away in a fit of sobs, "Milady...."

____________ was silent as a lamb. She looked up at me, expressionless. I dropped the hammer and stretched my arms to her. I wrapped myself around her warm body.

"Let's continue our Sunday ___________," I said into her hair.

While I hugged the shaking pet in my arms, I looked around the room. It was a mess. I guess I would have to deal with it later though.