Amanda and Carl were still cuddling under the sheets until the house maid came and warnd them that a man named Bawson Hall was at the front door. They dressed and went downstairs.
-I hope it's worth it Hall.
But he wasn't around.
-Maybe he is in the back yard.
-Or inside the house
Carl ran inside again and Amanda followed him quickly but it was too late.
Rose Rayan was already on the floor dead from a severe injury that starts at the top of her head and ends at the left cheek, flooding the site with blood. Then, Hall endered. the room terrified with a Latin book
-God! What happened?
-How you dare and ask?
Carleton's eyes was full of anger. He maneged to punch Hall but Amanda stopped him
-Please Carl, no. We are not sure if... -Fuck you Amanda. Do you see someone else here?
-What? You think I'm the killer? That's not true.
-You ruined my family. I'm gonna fucking kill you
-I'm telling you the truth. I have new clues...
He didn't let him finish. Carleton punch him until he fell down. He tried to stand up but he punch him again and continued hitting him with hot tears on his cheeks from grief and anger at the same time. Hall's nose and mouth started bleeding and he had red scars under his eyes wich would become really bad bruises from minute to minute. But Hall was taller and more muscular and he was the one who started hitting him. Amanda was still next to Rose crying. What she could do? Was Hall actually the murderer? Of course he was. Wake the fuck up Amanda. You are so naive. Carl is in danger and you need to do something about it. It doesn't matter which one you love. That moment, she felt disgusted with her thought. She couldn't love him. She didn't know how. And she didn't know anything about him. And their kiss meant nothing. He just did it to seduse her. He caused panic at Crowford's birthday, killed two people, stole the documents, he put Ken in prison and if she keeps sitting there, he would kill her boyfriend too. She ran in the kitchen and grabbed a knife wich ended with anger in Hall's neck.
His eyes gone bigger and for a moment she thought would be popped out. She pulled out the knife watching him lying on the floor coughing blood with unbearable pain. A few seconds later, that seemed like centuries, he was officially dead. His eyes were open and his face, even if it was full of blood seemed peaceful. She came closer and looked at him without feelings any more. So, her eyes reminiscent of a stormy sea met his own, like a raging sky for the last time. There was no love at all but also no hate. Nothing really matters anymore. She turned to Carl and kissed him softly. She didn't care that he there was blood all over him. She kissed him again touching his tongue without giving a damn abotaste metal taste. Because nothing really matters anymore.