I don't own anybody, except for Officer Lake and Officer Durant. This also has a lot of cussing.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Yes?" Trish asked opening her door to find 2 policemen. "Miss Stratus, may we come in?" the brown

haired officer asked. "Sure," Trish replied walking to her living room, "have a seat." "Ms. Stratus." the

blonde haired guy started, but was cut off. "Call me Trish." Trish said sitting down. "My name is Officer

Lake and this is Officer Durant," the blonde one said, "do you know a Mr. Jeff Hardy?" "Yeah, is he ok?"

Trish asked worried. "I'm sorry, but he was found murdered at your cousin's house." Officer Lake

informed. "Oh, are you sure?" Trish asked crying. "Yeah, his throat was ripped out." Officer Lake replied

walking over to Trish and hugging her. "Miss, we're going to catch the bastard that did this." Officer Durant

said. "I just saw Jeff an hour ago." Trish sobbed hysterically. "We're so sorry miss." Officer Lake said.

RING. RING

"Hello?," Officer Durant asked answering his cell, "ok, sure thing, we have to go Miss Stratus, but if you

can think of anything to help us, here's my name and phone number." He said handing Trish a card."

"Goodbye Miss." Officer Lake said closing the front door behind him and his partner.

"Why Jeff, why, you said you'd never leave me?!" Trish yelled.

RING. RING.

"Hello?" Trish asked getting herself together.

"Trish?, its me Dwayne."

"Oh, her whats up?"

"Nothing, just that I killed Jeff."

At that moment Trish's heart stopped.

"What?!" Trish asked standing up.

"Oh, don't tell me, they haven't told you yet?" Dwayne said sarcastically.

"What the hell?" Trish barely breathed out.

"Trish, I'm sorry, but I had to do what I knew I had to do," Dwayne confessed, " I love you."

"You fucking bastard! How can you say you love me after you just murdered my boyfriend?" Trish asked angrily.

"I've always been in love with you. You've always been the one for me. We belong together." Dwayne said.

"Fuck you! I've never had feelings for you. We don't belong together!" Trish yelled.

"My love, tonight I'll wash my bloody hands and this week, hopefully tomorrow, we can start a new life together." Dwayne said.

"Go to Hell! I'll never start a life with you!" Trish screamed as more tears fell.

"Please don't cry?" Dwayne asked.

"What the fuck do you want?" Trish asked.

"Meet me tomorrow at the old theatre." Dwayne demanded.

"Fine, but after this you leave me, my family, and friends alone." Trish retorted.

"Sorry, but we're meant to be, I can't leave you alone. Meet me at midnight. Dwayne said before he hung up.

"Fuck you!" Trish yelled throwing her phone against the wall and sliding down it. All Trish could

do was cry her eyes and heart out. She would meet Dwayne, but should she call the police?

"Oh Trish, you'll see just how much I love you. I may not know much at all and I don't know

wrong from right, but all I know is that I love you tonight." Dwayne said as he finished cleaning Jeff's

blood from his hands and as Good Charlotte's "My Bloody Valentine" faded from his stereo.

Man, how cold is Dwayne? Anywho, next Monday I'll try to have chapter 5 up, and maybe a new story. Well, please review. Thanx 4 reading. Laterz. Landy.