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Although I can’t personally understand it, I know it’s real I know they’re in a serious situation and they feel incredibly helpless, even when they convince theth for Alison to leave him When she did, he had threatened her, then tried to woo her again, and eventually tried to attack her

I had been there and stopped it

Ryan had always hated me I was the son that was never supposed to happen He wanted to be the one and only and terrorized ether because of it The Good Son looked like a Disney movie compared to Ryan Countless times, he tried to hurt o to the kitchen, grab a butcher knife and follow through with his darkest fantasy, but so always held hih The desire to ood

That night, when I had stopped Ryan fro Alison—that’s when his hatred truly festered It bubbled into blisters and becaree burns over our relationship I think if Ryan had the opportunity now, he would kill me

And to be perfectly fucking honest, I feel the same about him

After that, he had no choice but to let Alison slip away I had witnessed his volatile reaction and intervened when he tried to attack her He accusedAlison, and I let him believe it There wasn’t any way to come back from that

Ryan would rather roll over and die than take back a girl he thinks I fucked After that, she’s tainted Ruined forever Disgust twisted his features when he sawI had Alison too was the only way Ryan would truly let her go

But that’s not what I want for River She’s been accused of being a whore since she could talk, so the last thing River would allow anyone to think is that she had to sleep her way out of a relationship She’s too prideful, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t respect her for it

I left her alone for nearly two months because if I had seen her, I would’ve kidnapped her And several ti er scared of what I feelto do

For now, I’ll respect River and keep my mouth shut about our odd relationship But she has another thing coet that we have one

“GHOST KILLER AT IT again,” I sigh, staring down at the dead body Sa tireso personal “And I can betnew to see with this body”

Redd grihtened with disappointment

“Sauarantee they will match sex workers and incarcerated criminals just like the last ten bodies”

I crouch down, getting a better look at the dead man The word ‘Ghost’ is carved into his chest just like every other victim The words are as neat as they possibly could be when carving words into a live, squir A little bullet hole decorates the un as before

“Do we knoho the vic is?” I ask Redd