His Secret
Your POV
Like every night, Joey was out doing his own thing, but sometimes my thoughts get to me.
Is Joey cheating on me? Am I not good enough?
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the front door open. I layed down and acted like I was sleeping.
Joey Whispering: I'm sorry I'm always out so late, I'm so busy
What was he busy with? I slightly get a glance of blood running down his hand as he walks out.
Calm down y/n, he could've just cut his hand.... right?
I actually fell asleep this time and when I woke up Joey was next to me.
Joey: Oh hey babe
Y/n: Hey....
I got up and changed into my work clothes. I grabbed my keys and left.
When I got to work there were these boys, Joey's friends. Tayler, Bryce, and Aaron. They didn't know me but I knew them because Joey would talk about them and show me pictures. I work at Starbucks, so it's a pretty tiny place, but what they didn't know was that the walls are very thin.
Bryce: So, did anyone see how many times Joey stabbed that girl last night?
Tayler: Yeah, over 10
Joey stabbed someone?!
Yn: My boyfriend murdered someone!?
Aaron: Oh shit
I learned that night my boyfriend was a killer, and that I was his next victim.
