Robert POV:
I remembered when he was asserting his point across to me, his forceful words, I was afraid of it. I could not handle having someone else's blood stained on my very hands. He was driving me up the corner and I lost it.
"You killed Katie," Aaron pressurised me.
He gave me a blow on my face and I remembered that I collapsed back onto the sofa behind me. Aaron pounded onto me and he was grasping hold of my knees. Before he could lock me, I shoved him away and tried to escape. But he did not give me a chance to and attempted to climb onto me again. Anxiously, I searched my hands around to see whether are there any hard tools to stop him. My hands came in contact with the glass cigarette holder after much scrutinising and I quickly smashed it on Aaron's head before he could leap onto me.
My heart was pounding at lightning speed as he dropped lifelessly onto the sofa I was on. My hands were trembling as blood was oozing out of his head. I tried to crawl backwards in disbelief and in fright.
What have I done?
I could not comprehend the situation; did I claim another innocent life like Katie's?
Oh my god.
An epiphany struck me. I realised I have injured my boyfriend, the mate who was on heels for me, the mate who I had loads of feelings for, the mate who sacrificed himself for my pleasure. I could not bear to see his pale face as life was draining out of his soulless body. I had to save him.
I quickly used two of my fingers to check for a pulse in his neck. I felt one, a constant weak and shallow jump every second; he was alive. But I knew he would not last any longer if he did not get medical treatment, but I did not know what to do. What if he heads off to the police? Possession of firearm, the murder of Katie, attempted murder of Aaron Livesey. I would definitely get a life imprisonment for that, or even put to death.
Just then, I caught something blinking at the corner of my eyes. It came from the holder beside the couch. I squinted my eyes to get a good look and it looked like a mobile phone to me. To verify my qualms, I walked there, only to find that I was correct. When I unlocked the phone, there was a nameless recording. I curiously played the recording and the contents echoed in my mind.
"I did push her but I never meant for her to die," my very own voice yelled.
I did push her - I am a killer, a cold-hearted murderer - but I never meant for her to die.
I tried so hard to convince myself that the whole incident was accidental and the guilt was consuming me every single day, but Aaron tried to corner me by recording my confession. I could not handle it the guilt anymore. On impulse, I dropped his phone onto the ground and crushed it under my heels, repeatedly, to get rid of the evidence.
The tears were accumulating in my eyes and it felt like my heart was getting shattering because the person I love tried to ruin my life.
I walked over to the bedroom and saw a folded robe on the bed. Aaron needs to be immobilised and if the truth went out, my life was finished. I snatched the robe and was frantically trying to get hold of the rope. My eyes were burning as I recalled what Aaron tried to do, my blood was reaching its boiling point. I got the rope and violently threw the robe aside and rushed back into the room where Aaron's body was.
I glowered at him with a resentful glare, but something in me softened up. I just couldn't bring myself to hate him even if I wanted to. I quickly tied him up with the robe before he woke up, and I just sat opposite him, thinking about what I had done. Just a mere five minutes later, his eyelids flickered and it slowly opened.
The first thing he tried to do was to struggle, but he was locked down. He couldn't speak because there was a rope restraining his mouth. His eyes searched around, and finally focused on his broken phone. I could see the word, "fear," written all over his face. I glared at him with a frown, but all I could see was a vulnerable boy struggling to fight for his life. How could I do this to him?
But I could not lose to him. I crawled towards him and asserted, "You know whatever happens next it's all your fault." I remembered that I pointed my finger towards him and he simply stared at me in shock, with tears in his eyes.
After I said my word, I took my jacket and left with a heavy heart, slamming the door the way out.