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Ryan stood up and walked down a long hall to the bathroom, the door was open and no one was there.
Ryan stood up and walked down a long hall to the bathroom, the door was open and no one was there.
A name was visible on the board talking about the woman, one that stood out. Elizabeth Lerman.
She heard him walk down the hall. She picked up as many papers as she could from the board and tucked them away meticulously so he wouldn't notice them.
Ryan checked his room and when he found no one he grew concerned, "Belle?" He called.
She paused for a second. "Elizabeth? He has a sister?" Something was turning in her head. "What happened to her?"
He called her name again. She chose not to speak and carefully scanned the paper with Elizabeth's name.
'Westbrooke Police Department: 14-year-old, Elizabeth Ann Lerman, found dead in Saint James River. Suspected suicide.'
The paper was bold and stood out from the rest. He meant it to.
"Did he kill her? I wouldn't be surprised. What could she have done?" Something clicked. "Maybe, just maybe, she was dating Darren. Ryan didn't like that. They refused to break up. He killed Elizabeth and made it seem like suicide. Darren was broken!" Her eyes lit up.
Ryan was confused, would she just… leave? "Belle? Seriously where'd you go?" He called again.
He called again. She couldn't reveal that she was in there now! So she stayed quiet and continued to look at the corkboard.
Something clicked in Ryan's head and he grew nervous and worried. Was she in the room? That wasn't good, he walked to the door, really hoping he was wrong.
He was growing closer to the door. 'Oh shit, he found me.' She stepped away from the board and sat on the couch quietly, trying to make it look like she didn't just find out that he probably killed his own sister.
Ryan opened the door to see Belle sitting on the couch. His face turned red, but that went unnoticed because of the low lighting and red walls. "Hey, what are doing in here?" He smiled weakly.
She pretended to jump. 'Oh! Ryan, I didn't hear you come in. I'm sorry for snooping but I just got curious as to what was actually back here. I have to say, it's quite nice." She smiled innocently, hoping her eyes weren't giving away the lies she spouted.
He nodded, "Yeah, I like it in here, it's my thinking room. I write music in here normally," He looked over the final board, the one covered in music. "Hence the instruments,"
"I noticed." She nodded to all the guitars on the wall. 'You sick fuck, You killed your own sister.' She thought, glaring at him when his back was turned.
He walked over to the couch and sat down next to her, resting on arm around her, "If you stay in here too long, you'll fall asleep. That's a fact."
She laid her head on his shoulder, smiling lightly. Yeah, he was a killer, but he was a cute killer. "Is that so? You doubt my insomnia very much."
Ryan laughed, "The low lighting and empty piano bar feeling makes you fall asleep, insomnia or not." he guaranteed, kissing the top of her head. He hoped she didn't read his boards, she wouldn't understand them and he didn't want to explain himself. There were always alternatives.
She blushed, hoping the lighting and walls would hide it. "Say, what's on those boards anyways? I got too comfy to get up and read them."
"Not much," He said calmly, "Music planning, bills, and payments, random stuff mostly,"
"Oh. Cool." She yawned. God, he was right, she was getting sleepy. Her eyes fluttered shut, but she forced them back open.
He laughed a little at the yawn, "Fucking told you! This room is magic, wanna get out of here?" He tried not to force it.
(Oh shit.)
Lillian bit make the moan and made a whimper in her throat, "I-I hope not."
"Maybe I'll try," his teeth grazed her skin.
Lillian whimpered before she moaned, "Don't you dare."
"Hmm, sure. Before I actually just fall asleep here." She yawned again.
(Oh shit.)
Lillian bit make the moan and made a whimper in her throat, "I-I hope not."
"Maybe I'll try," his teeth grazed her skin.
Lillian whimpered before she moaned, "Don't you dare."
His head was completely buried in Lillian's neck as he kissed over and over again, "You, should, tell, me,"
Lillian moaned loudly, "I can't."
She gasped, "I shouldn't, b-but."
"But?" He sucked at her neck, "But what?"
"Hmm, sure. Before I actually just fall asleep here." She yawned again.
Ryan stood up and gestured toward the door, "I'm right behind you,"
Lillian felt her toes curl, "Y-you're really being persuasive."
She moaned again, don't tell. Just don't tell.
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