SHAUN P.O.V

I heard a knock at the door, Andy was out at the market, I wonder if it was him. I opened to find officer Black who always stopped by to warn us about Jack the Ripper, which was stupid because I am Jack and I wouldn't dare hurt him.
"Hello Shaun, is Andy home? It's about his mother"
"no, he's out" I bit my lip, Andy's been so anxious about his mother lately.
"oh, well tell him I stopped by and that I want him to meet me at the office tomorrow" he said, nodding at me and starting to turn around.
"Wait, can you tell me her name? Anything? Maybe he'd like it if I told him."
he turned back and said more softly "her name is Elizabeth Dawlish, but she isn't even alive, she was killed by Jack a couple years back. It may be better if you told him, then he has a friends shoulder to cry on, it was one of Jack's worst-"
"y-yeah, I know. Thank you, for stopping by anyway, good day officer" I said, holding back my own tears as I closed the door. Andy can't find this out, especially the fact that I killed her.

I still remember that night. Elizabeth her name was, but the boys called her Eliza Delight, it was towards the end of the great depression, I needed the money, I needed the food. So I quietly paced the alleyways of Whitechapel in London, she came up to me whilst I was in disguise, she was at least 20 years older than me, but she asked for my money.
"3 pennies for the night, it'll be worth it. I promise" I remembered her whisper. I remember looking up and down at her, her body was pretty thin, her hair was blonde, but her eyes were dark. I didn't want to give up my money, but I wanted hers.
"I'm sorry but I only do deals with the devil" I slowly pulled out that knife from my pocket. Elizabeth ran her fingers up and down my arm.
"I am the devil" she whispered again, I pushed her firmly against the alleyway wall.
"and I'm Jack the Ripper" I smirked, I saw her face go into shock, she was about to scream, I slit her throat with ease, blood started to poor slowly down from her neck, I threw her on the ground and searched her dress and pockets, grabbing all the pennies and pounds she had, putting it in my pocket. I started to cry from what I had just done, but Elizabeth was too disgusting, luring men for money for a bottle of gin was not normal. I wanted to take this out on myself, but I couldn't. I'd take it out on her. I slashed the knife on the cheeks of her dead body, then cut her nicely shaped lips. I breathed deeply and kept my ears on the lookout for any footsteps as I dragged the knife slowly and deeply down her arm, then I sliced her stomach where her abdomen was. I started to saw her hand off, I don't even know what I was doing. I ripped it off and shoved it deep into her body. It felt so wrong, the feeling of a humans inside is as disgusting as a prostitutes outside. I wiped the knife with her dress, putting it back in my pocket, and then wiped by hands, standing up from the body. Tears started to fall down my face. I was still in pain, how much pain must I cause to not feel it anymore? I heard a door open. I looked back quickly then stomped on beautiful Elizabeth's -now mutilated-bodies knee. Running away from her and back into the dark night. When soon I heard a man shout "HE'S DONE IT AGAIN, GET THE OFFICERS, NOW!"
I just smirked and carried on into the dark night.

And now I wish I hadn't killed sweet Elizabeth. This was going to kill Andy, this was going to ruin our relationship. It all makes sense now, Elizabeth's husband Bradley died in his sleep 30 years after he was in the war, he was around 18 or 19 when the war happened, so he was around 40, and once he had died, Elizabeth was starting to crack. She was already 3 months pregnant at the time, my mum and Elizabeth were close, that's how I know so much but we never kept contact with her since she gave Andrew up at birth. Mum didn't want me around filthy blooded people like Elizabeth, somehow I ended up killing them for a living. But fuck, Andrew is going to hate me forever when he finds out.
I sat on the couch and brought my knees the my chest, hugging them close as I bit my nails, I'm afraid, I have to tell him though. I just have to, my eyes stung with tears as they started to form. Fuck, I can't lose Andrew, he's my light, my sunshine. I just can't lose him, I heard the door open suddenly, I gasped and blink away the blur in my eyes, making my way over.
"hey" Andy smiled, passing me a paper bag from shopping, I smiled at him and put the bag on the kitchen table, he then followed, putting another bag next to it.
"how was your day?" Andy asked, here we go.
"p-pretty easy breezy" I smiled to hide my thoughts, he looked in my eyes.
"you look anxious about something" he squinted slightly. I sighed.
"alright, well, today, officer Black stopped by."
"o-oh…what did he say?" he asked, he suddenly seemed nervous.
"about your mum, they found out who she is"
"that's…that's excellent!" he smiled so big, he was happy to find his mum, but he can't because of me, fuck.
"well...not really"
"not really? Why's that"
"come sit darling" I grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek, walking him to the couch and sitting down with him. He looked at me worried.
"Shaun…?"
"y-your mother's name was Elizabeth Dawlish" I said, grabbing his hand tighter.
"…what do you mean, was?" he asked, his mood seemed to have dropped, fuck, I can't do this.
"Your father and her passed away sadly during the great depression from unknown causes, I'm sorry Andrew, she never made it through" I saw a tear run down his perfect cheek, my heart started to ache, I lied. He wrapped his arms around me and cried softly into my neck.
"s-so I basically have no family…" he sniffed
"you'll always have me baby" I whispered, holding him close and closing my eyes. If he finds out I was the one who killed his mum and he left me, I'd murder myself.

A week passed, Andy still hasn't found out I'm the reason his mother is dead. Hopefully he never finds out. We were going to the bar for our weekly drink with Tom and the boys. But making out in the alleyway before walking in was a sensational idea. Andy giggled and pulled my deeper into the darkened alleyway were no one could see us and smashed his lips to mine, our hands were in hold the whole time, I slid my tongue in, our tongues battled and played around for a while, Andy moaned then pulled away.
"you tease" Andy smirked.
"you just taste divine" I smiled, he put his hand on my cheek and kissed me softly, I kissed back and smiled at the feel of his soft lips on mine.
"says the boy with the word 'Divine' in his last name"
"well hopefully, one day you can also have that last name" I smiled, he blushed slightly, he's beautiful.
"y-you serious Shaun? Andy Diviney?" he smiled largely, I saw a sparkle in his eyes.
"I want to marry you Andy" I smiled and kissed his cheek lightly.
"and I want you in bed tonight" he whispered in my ear, I smirked, he pulled away and released my hand, starting to walk away.
"now look who's the tease" I laughed and walked next to him, but as soon as we entered the street, we acted civil, no lovey dovey, just two men going to a bar. We entered and hanged our coats up, sitting at the table with Tom and the others, Jeffery and Mark.
"did you hear anything about your mum Andy?" Tom asked curiously, I rubbed the side of Andy's leg with my leg slowly under the table to calm him. He put his hand on my thigh quickly, then removed it.
"She sadly passed, but I really don't want to talk about it, anyone want some Gin?" he smiled. I smiled in relief, Tom and the boys would have known who Elizabeth was.
After 2 or so beers and gin, me and Andy decided to leave. We got up and grabbed our coats from the rack, putting them on and walking out, when we bumped into the officer. Shit.