“I have to tell trouble something” Alex says out of nowhere while helping clean the kitchen. “Ok? Spill” Michael says walking to stand in front of Alex just close enough that Alex’s chest rest against Michaels crossed arms. “I did something bad” Alex says stepping back so they are no longer touching. “How bad? Alex what did you do” Michael stepped forward placing his hinds on Alex’s shoulders. Alex started to tear up “I killed him” he sobbed “I killed my dad” he said collapsing into Michaels chest. “You wh- I thought he just skipped town” Michael stated rubbing his boyfriends back soothingly. “He threatened to expose your secret, I had to stop him” Alex stood looking into Michaels eyes searching for any type of emotion. He expected to see hatred, fear, anything and everything bad but all he saw was concern and love. You see no matter how much the two of them have been through somehow they always end up back in each other’s arms. “You don’t hate me” Alex said shocked. “How could I hate you? Your dad was a horrible man, I’m literally proof” Michael said holding up his hand revealing his messed up hand that Alex’s dad smashed with a hammer when they were just 17 after finding them together. “Alex no matter what I’ll always love you” he said stroking Alex’s cheek. “So did you already hide the body?” Michael asked backing up a few steps. “Yeah I already took care of it” Alex sighed covering his face with his hands. “Ok then, everything’s going to be fine baby” Michael said pulling Alex’s hands from his face and putting the around his shoulders “I love you ok? No matter what happens I’ll always love you” Michael said putting his hands around Alex’s waist. “I know” Alex said kissing the love of his life “I love you too.

(THIS IS SO BAD. And old. Sorry I didn’t post it earlier🤷🏻‍♀️)

⚠️T/W⚠️: mention or murder and S/A

Numb is all I’ve felt for months. Cold plain numb. I’ve been through many break ups in my lifetime but one like this one, this one one very messy and I haven’t been able to leave my house for weeks at a time sense. But today I finally decided to go out. I threw on a comfy sweatshirt with my favorite shorts that curve around my body nicely. I locked up my hose then set off to find something to do.

Shopping always fixes my problems so why not shop until I drop right? As I walked through the Isles I admired and grabbed everything that caught my eye and ended up with a full cart of things. As I made my way I stopped to look at a bulletin board that was hanging on a wall. “Find your fortune” a flyer said on the a paper in big bold letters with a number just below a picture of a woman with a crystal ball. “Here we go again” I sighed knowing damn well I’m about to take one and call the number.

After checking out and loading my car I decided to call the number (told ya). I dialed the number and put the phone up to my ear and waited for this so called fortuneteller to answer. “Hello this is Mrs.Dorothea how may I help you” an old sounding voice said Into the phone. “I saw your add for your fortunetelling Business and was wondering if I could make an appointment” I said slowly into the phone. “Of course! Are you free at 2:00?” She asked. “Sounds great” I smiled. “Ok I’ll text the address to the number your calling from”. “Ok I’ll see you at two” I said hanging up. *incoming text from: Dorothea?

Dorothea- 785 east Blackwood rd room 11 Dorothea- I look forward to seeing you. Me- see you at 2!

As two comes I make my way to the address that was sent to me. I’m starting to regret calling. What if she kidnappes me.

As I get there and walk into the large apartment building and find the room I start getting nervous. I knocked on the door and waited patiently. “Ahh hello Clary Frey”. “You know my name?” I asked completely surprised. “I know many things about you” she said walking into her small, dark apartment. There were astrology posters plastering every wall and ceiling. “So umm what exactly do you know about me” I said slowly. Surly she doesn’t know what I did. Just as I sat down the door flew open and cops with shields run into the room “Clary fray your under arrest for the murder of Jace Wayland” one of the cops said pulling me up and cuffing me. How did they find me? I was so careful. I thought I hid the body in the perfect place.

They took my to the police station and sat me down in a room with only a table and a mirror which I know is two sided. A few minutes after they put me in the room some man came in. “Hello Mrs.Frey my names agent stone”he said sitting across from me. “Let’s make this short because I honestly don’t care anymore, that’s on right” I said motioning towards the recorder sitting on the table. He nodded. “Yes I killed Jace, I stabbed him 5 times in the back and watched him bleed out, no I don’t regret it” I said ready to get sent to jail for the rest of my miserable life. “Why did you do it” he asked looking completely unfazed “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you” I said looking down at the table. “Try me” he said. “He raped me, it was the only way to get him off me” I said tearing up. I don’t regret what I did. Because I can’t regret it when I can’t feel anything. “You were defending yourself?” He asked slowly. “Yes” I nodded “I can’t feel anything” I sobbed “I need to feel” I shook my head.

In the end I only got 2 years in prison and a few other things I have to do after i get out. I finally lost it and completely felt everything at once in court. Jaces mom isn’t mad, mourning yes but not mad. She knows I didn’t want to hurt him. But in the end I just hurt myself.

“Please you can’t do this” he cried while on his knees hugging my waist like a child “Me? No you did this to us Ryan” I said attempting to pry him off. “She means nothing to me I swear I didn’t know what I was doing” he sobbed “I can’t even- how did I- god I should have came home when I had the chance” I sighed “I could have stopped you before you got into bed with her” I said finally prying his arms off of me. “Please don’t leave me, I’ll do better I promise I won’t do it again” he stood running a hand through my hair. For a second I wanted to give in but then I remembered what he did. Who he did. “Ryan you slept with my sister” I said yanking his hand away from me. “Please” he begged “I’ll be back for my things tomorrow with my friends, I don’t want you here when I get here” “Please Alana, please don’t leave me”he tried one last time. “It’s too late Ryan, I’m already gone”..