I was out back on the porch, smoking. We had a view of the entire town and it was nice. I had a gun in my leather jacket pocket because I needed to kill someone. Camille doesn't know about me secretly doing this but I hope she doesn't find out. I went inside and saw her making dinner, looking sexy as always. I hugged bed from behind and saw her cooking chicken. "Camille I will be back." "Ok." She kissed my lips and I walked to the door, putting on my black boots. I opened the door and closed it, pulling my hoodie up. It was 10:00 and we eat dinner that late. I walked down the road and saw a girl in the dark alley and went to her, pulling out my gun. She saw me with the gun and started screaming, me grabbing her and covering her mouth. I shushed her and she started crying, trying to escape. I put the gun in my hand and looked around, making sure no one was watching. I pulled the trigger and she hit the floor cold, me putting the gun in my pocket. I walked back home and opened the door, seeing Camille getting the plates out. "What did you do??" "Nothing, just walked around and enjoyed the town." She handed me my plate and I took it, sitting on the couch and turning the tv on. The news came on and I quickly tried to change the channel, Camille pulling the remote. She turned it up and watched it. "Harry, did you do this??" "What, no." "Harry!!!! What did I say?? Get out of my house. I don't wanna see you again." "Camille, listen." "No. Go pack and get out!!!!!" I put my plate down and went to the bedroom, crying. I grabbed my luggage and started packing. When I was done I saw Camille at the door way, crying. "I loved you Harry. I thought that you would stop." "Camille, I tried to but I got mad and I had to." I got up and walked to the doorway, looking at her. She looked down and moved, making me go. I looked down and cried a little, tears hitting the floor.
I had tears pouring down my face as Harry was walking out. I walked to the door and pulled his shirt, giving him one last kiss. He kissed me back passionately and pulled away. I bit my lip and saw him walk down the road with his luggage behind him, looking down. I closed the door and slid down, crying even more. I went to the bedroom and laid down, crying myself to sleep.