Thank you everyone for reviews on previous chapters, I hope you like this. The bold is a short flashback (hopefully you can tell when to, if not PM me and I shall inform you).

Blood.

There is so much blood. It's everywhere.

I want to let go of the bat. I need to let go of the bat and yet, I can't.

I can't think, there's so many thoughts rushing about inside my mind that I can't think, I just can't.

Shall I run? Shall I stay?

If I stay, I could get arrested.

What if he's dead?

Oh god no no no no no.

No, he can't be dead. He just can't.

I can't have... have killed him.

No, they'll understand, it was self defence, I had to. They'll understand.

"It was self defence," I practically whisper in disgust at my own actions, what have I done? How could I do this?

"It was self defence," I hear Tony reply.

"Maybe they'll put this whole thing together and lock me up while you go free,"

He was right.

For once, Tony Gordon was right.

If the police had found out about Jimmy then I would have gone to prison, if he was really dead that is.

But this time, I really could, I could go to prison for the rest of my life.

If he's dead.

I can't bring myself to check his pulse but I know, I just know it needs to be done. I need to know.

I need to know how bad this is. I need to know what I'm facing. I need to know if I'm a murderer or not.

I'm just as bad as Tony, just as bad as Rob.

I might have taken away his life just like Tony took away Liam's, just like Rob took away Tina's.

Dropping to the floor, I feel like my soul is being ripped apart as I drop the bat in front of me. The crash noise it makes just reminds me of when he dropped the bat in order to stop me from screaming.

And I'm just back there, helpless on the floor.

I had to do it. It wasn't my fault.

"It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault."

I repeatedly start to mutter the same sentence, over and over as I bring my legs up with my arms wrapped around them and rest my head gently on my knees.

"It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault."

I stare down, my eyes constantly flickering between the bat and his lifeless body in the middle of the bistro and I know I will never forget this site.

The blood.

I need to know. I need to know if he's still breathing.

But, I can't bring myself to go over to him, to feel his pulse. I can't. I just can't.

But, I need to. I know I do.

Before I've even had the chance, I hear the door to the bistro slam shut as someone enters.

And, for a second, I stop breathing as I look up for my eyes to meet his.

Nick.

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