Along with the Murderer

Hello, I'm TrueLoveKiss. This book is going the second novel that I've written ^ ^.

Firstly, I have to put a trigger warning right here before leading you all to the story. Because there are some parts in this book that you may need discretion the read. Secondly, this book has parts that describe about committed suicide, manslaughter, kidnapping, physical abuse, sexual intercourse, and violence. Lastly, his book could be one of the Dark Fantasy which was made for those who are interested in this kind of book.

I've written this book just for entertainment. The story inside of the book including the characters wasn't real and not existing in the real world. Only read for the entertainment do not imitate.

"Human, when they are at the breaking point.

They can become anything and could do everything.

But is that breaking point reasonable enough

to turn a good person into a cold-blooded murderer?

That's it."

Jarette: A demented man who has OSDD-1a and Borderline Personality Disorder. His early adulthood was doing fine, just like the others.

While his life was ongoing, an unexpected incident had happened. He became a murderer and killed two victims in revenge. But while he was kidnapping the second victim. Someone had become his witness.

Gared: A student in a university who's going to graduate in a few months later.

One day he had become a captive of the demented murderer because he witnesses the kidnapping of the murderer's second victim. Even so, the victim he was trying to help was killed right before his eyes by the cold-blooded murderer. And was threatened him... "If you try to escape and tell anybody about this incident. You're going to end up like that prostitute."

Rains were heavily falling from the dark clouds, it blackens the night. There were no stars in the sky. Inside of a small grey house appearing an almost two meters tall man cutting a vegetable with a sharp knife, preparing the meal for the special guest who will soon be arriving and stays with him for a short time. Those beautiful grey eyes kept looking at the blade while it's cutting down on a green vegetable in a rhythm.

Soft pink lips spoke, "When do you think he will arrive?"

"I don't know, maybe eight in the evening?"

"It has been quite a long time since we last seeing him"

"Hmm, yes. This time, I've heard that he will visit and stay with you for a month."

"Well, he is the owner of the business after our parents. He can have days off as long as he wants,"

"I miss him haha."

"Yeah, I miss him too."

Throughout that small house, there was only him who spoke and responded back and forth with himself. But there were different intonations in his voice as if there were someone else around. Even the facial expressions were clearly different.

Ding Dong...

The doorbell of the tall man's house rang, white hands put a knife on a cutting board. The tall man's long legs immediately led the body out of the kitchen to the front door. Before opening the door wide to welcome the guest who has just arrived.

"Hi, brother."

In front of a young man appeared a picture of a man whose face resembled him in everything. But their height was different, the body that was slightly thinner than him, and the hair was refined with a lighter color. On that hair, there were little raindrops.

"Hey, Georgie."

"Here we go, we have just met each other again and you already making fun of my nickname. If your name can be called like girly, I wound do it back."

"Haha, come in first."

George enters his twin brother's house with a large suitcase in the hand. He left it in the hallway and followed the tall man into the kitchen.

"Would you like a towel to wipe out those raindrops on your hair? I'll pick it up for you." the black-haired man asked softly and in a friendly manner.

"Yes, please, and thank you."

The tall man walked upstairs to the second floor. Before coming back downstairs with a big crimson towel. Those shining gray eyes stared at the younger brother in remembrance. The memories of the old days that the two of them had shared poured into the brain of the black-haired man, big hand handed over a towel to his beloved twin brother.

White hand picked up a towel from his brother then wiped it on the wet hair and face. While wiping the face George glanced at the cooking counter. Beautiful pair of gray eyes noticed a cut of turnips placed on a cutting board.

"Wow, are you cooking?" the blonde-haired man asked.

"Mhmm, yes. Some has already been finished only the salad."

"You always eat something clean."

"I have to take care of my health, and you should do the same."

"Jarette, do you have a girlfriend?" George asked, raising his eyebrows.

The tall man frowned at the question that coming out of his brother's mouth, "No, why did you ask?"

"We are both almost turn thirty. I think we should find a life partner now."

"Pfft, say that to yourself."

"I know I used to be a playboy. But I stopped for a while now because of this woman. Wait a moment, I'll show you a picture of her."

A big hand picked up a silver cellphone and opened the gallery. The slender fingertip scrolled for a photo of the woman he was referring to his twin brother.

The pinkish-white finger lightly poked on Jarette's shoulder, handing him a photo of a mysterious woman.

"This woman?" Jarette asked. He clenched his lips tightly. The woman in the picture is not that beautiful. But surprisingly she held the heart of his twin brother who was once a playboy.

"Yes," George replied.

"How did you meet her?"

The still eyes of the black-haired man stared at the picture of the woman for only a moment. Before handing back the phone to George.

"Hmm... To be honest, I used to buy a service from her when she was in Florida. She is such an amazing and lovely woman. We've been together for a few months now. Until a few weeks ago, she called and told me that she suddenly moved to this state, Pennsylvania."

"Oh, then I concluded that you sent me a message that you will be here for a month. It was because you followed a woman. I was being happy and thought that my brother came back to visit me because he missed me, but I was wrong."

In the sarcasm, there is a little bit of humor.

"Aw, I miss you too. That's why I chose to come here to sleep at your house instead of looking for a luxury hotel room to rent."

"You don't want to pay for a hotel room, that's it. And lucky you that the state your woman moved to is the same state that I live in," the tall man continued in a hilarious tone.

"Haha, you always caught me lying."

"But you should be careful, George. Such a woman might be using you."

"Then you have to try to meet her. At 8 p.m. tomorrow, she made an appointment with me to go to a bar called Derlarge... Something, will you come with me?"

Jarette glanced upper, trying to imagine of the bar that his brother had just mentioned. Before answering that question.

"Sure, so I can get to know about your girlfriend better."

"Damn, seems like we have a really nice talking. Let's finish your cooking. I'm hungry."

As soon as their conversation ended. The blonde-haired man put a towel on the cooking counter. His long legs led a tall figure walking out of the kitchen. George walked to the living room. Leaving the young crazy man all alone. Jarette bent down and cut the green leafy vegetables on the cutting board. Before putting them in a large salad bowl, he used a spatula made of dark brown oak to mix the leaves with his special salad sauce.

The two men had dinner together on a night that was heavily rained. Even so, the coolness of the rain falling from the dark clouds could not make the warm atmosphere in the little house disappear.

When they both finished their meal. They help each other clean the dining table and wash the bowls. Before Jarette leads George straight upstairs to his old bedroom and said good night to the beloved twin brother.

...

In the morning, Jarette woke up very early to cook for his brother and himself. The sweet scent of breakfast floats all over the house, even on the second floor. It suddenly awakened a tall, thin blonde-haired man from his sleep.

When the food is finished. The older man brought two plates and placed them on the dining table in the living room. Inside both plates, there was a fried egg, hams made from pork, and two slices of hot toast.

George who had just woken up at 06:30 in the morning because of the seductive smell of the breakfast that his twin brother had created, walked to Jarette who was reading the daily newspaper, waiting for him at the dining table sitting opposite of the blond-haired man. George was wearing only one gray boxer shorts, his upper body was naked, it shows a little six-pack on the soft white belly.

"When did you wake up?" George asked.

"Twenty past five."

"You woke up that early?"

"Actually, I have to leave to apply for a job in half an hour. But I'm waiting for you to wake up to have breakfast together," replied Jarette as his beautiful gray eyes stared at the letters and illustrations on the newspaper.

"Why are you waiting for me? Eat now, you will be late."

"Mhmm."

The two men ate breakfast at the same time. Even though he is in the rush, Jarette still delicately ate the food on his plate very calmly.

"Well, I thought you were still teaching at that high school?" the question popped up as the little mouth while chewing food.

"I resigned. To teach in the university instead,"

"Hmm, you have been teaching in that high school for six years. Now, you resigned it. Hmm... Are you following one of your students? Hehe,"

"I am not a psychopath to change a school after children. I just want to switch to teach in a university, that's it."

'You're lying smoothly.' a young man's voice sounded inside the tall man's hade named Jarette.

'Shut up.' the black-haired man replied to the voice through his thought.

Jarette himself knew that what his twin brother thought was true. He fell in love with someone at first sight. But that person was ten years younger and was still a student.

"I'm really envious of your intelligence. You've got two doctorates at twenty-two,"

"Well, I'm not living my life like you."

"But that made it easier for you to get a job in different places. I still only have one bachelor's degree. If the step-dad and step-mom did not give the company to me to take over. There will be no work for me to do still."

"Honestly, you're really smart, George. But you're just too lazy,"

"Haha," the golden blonde-haired man laughed hulking.

The two talked happily. Before the black-haired man hurriedly left home to apply for a job at the university he had just been referring to his twin. He wants to become a teacher in the second semester at that university.

In the evening, a bright red sports car travels down a straight road. The young men drove to the bar where George made an appointment with his beloved woman. A luxury car parked in the parking lot in front of the bar.

Two handsome young twins walked into the tavern. This bar is very quiet, with no loud music. But inside the bar, there is a guitar, piano, and karaoke player with a microphone. So that their customers can sing the song they want.

"This bar is so quiet," said the man with golden blonde hair.

"Mhmm," another tall guy replied in the throat.

"One more moment, she will probably be here. Do you want any drinks? I will order one for you."

"Whatever you're ordering, I'll take it."

"Then a bottle of Tequila? Hehe."

"A bottle? I have to drive."

"Come on, it's my treat. We do not always drink together."

"Okay, it's up to you."

"Aight, I'll be right back."

The tall man walked toward the bar counter to order a bottle of Tequila, as he and his twin brothers agreed.

As the still-faced man was sitting all alone, a small hand of a mysterious woman touched his muscular arm.

"Have you been waiting for a while, George?" she asked with a sweet smile, as she gave a charming gaze to the man who she thought was the one she had been dating.

"I'm not George. He's ordering a drink."

Suddenly, a large bottle of Tequila was placed on the table in front of them with three shot glasses.

"Hey baby, you arrived? Have you talked to my brother?"

"Haha, I misconceived him for you. The two of you look very alike."

"That's Jarette, my twin brother."

The thin little girl reached out her hand to shake hands with the man. "Nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too."

"Um, Jarette this is Cecy," George introduced a beautiful woman in red to a black-haired man.

"Is that your name?" the man in front of the woman asked with a smooth face and eyes.

"No, it's the name used in a job."

"Hmmm, you won't say your real name right?"

"Hehe."

"Let's sit down first," said George, before taking Cecy to the sofa across from Jarette.

"You've never told me before that you have a twin brother."

"I was just so busy with my job that I forgot to talk about him to you."

The woman in a red dress slowly extended her face towards Jarette's face.

"Can you tell me about yourself?"

'Hmmm, it looks like she's trying to flirt with you,' a low voice said inside the man's head.

'Pfft, my brother is sitting right next to her.'

'The smell of her pheromones is very smelly.'

'Mhmm, but it's still not the most aromatic pheromone I've ever smelled.'

'Haha, are you thinking of that person?'

'Quiet.'

The black-haired man responded to the voice he heard in his head. Before opening his mouth to answer the question from a woman in red.

"Well, my story is nothing interesting."

"He is a werewolf because he was bitten by a werewolf as a child," said George, interrupting.

The older brother gave his younger brother a slightly uncomfortable look in his eyes.

"Wow, haha ..." Cecy laughed lightly.

The atmosphere in their conversation fell silent for a while before the thin woman's little hand picked up tequila and opened the bottle cap. Then poured that liquor into all three shot glasses.

"Cheers," she said.

The two men said together, "Cheerrrs,", "Cheers."

All three raised their glasses into the air. Before drinking the cold water down their throats.

The coolness and strength of the tequila permeate the body of the blonde-haired man, "Ah, so strong."

"George, a little while later. Could you please send me off to work?"

"Eh, I thought you took a day off today just to have a drink with me?"

"Well, I would like to but I really needed some money."

"How much do you want? Why don't you tell me that you are in trouble? So I can help."

"Oh... I'm just too considerate."

Those silver-gray eyes looked at the lovers talking about work and money in front of him with a passive expression.

'This bitch is a Gold Digger, obviously. She is pretending to tell George that she didn't want his money. But well, I can see from her actions that it is not.'

'He seemed to like her a lot. To the point that he stopped being a playboy because of her. What's so special about her?'

"Mhmm, this familiar smell," said Jarette softly.

The scent of something is alluring. Jarette turned his head to where the scent came from. The sharp, gray eyes slowly glanced to the left. The handsome face looked at the entrance of the bar. The scent of the person is luring him into a trance of lust.