Trigger warning: Sensitive subject matter. Violence. Murder. Brief mention of abuse. Dark. Evil Charlie.

Fic Lab Entry- What do we do now?

"Holy fuck, Edward. I k-killed him. I fucking killed him… I-I don't know—" I panic, my hands tremble, and I choke on my words.

"Shhh, baby, calm down. Deep breaths. Tell me what happened." Edward pulls me into his chest, holding the back of my head as he caresses my hair. I bury my face into his chest, trying to calm down as sobs rip from me.

My boyfriend Edward came to my house immediately after I texted him.

After I killed Charlie.

"Charlie came home drunk again. He started beating me, and I-I just couldn't fucking take it anymore! I don't know what happened, I just l-lost it and snapped. I just wanted the pain to stop!" I whimper, my eyes feel swollen with how much I'm crying.

I'm grateful Edward is calm and not afraid of me right now. He looks down at the bruises covering my arms. Rage fills his green eyes as they darken.

I've tried hiding what Charlie has been doing to me for most of my life from Edward in the past few months we've been dating. I didn't want him to know because I knew he would kill Charlie.

But his blood is on my hands now, so it doesn't matter anymore.

Charlie lays there in a puddle of his blood as a large kitchen knife sticks out of his chest. His eyes and mouth are open.

I should feel bad, but my subconscious mind doesn't at all. I don't feel guilt or remorse. Instead, I finally feel free from his abuse.

"What do we do now?" I question numbly, staring at his lifeless body.

Edward stares at me silently for a long moment. His eyes are intense as he thinks hard about what to say next. I'm nervous about his reaction. Worried that he's going to call the cops and tell them what I did.

Until I hear his next words. "We run."