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Chapter sixty five: Cover up

The nightmares, the fucking nightmares were a swarm of torturous memories clumped together in an unnerving, heart rendering hell. The blood, I could smell it and I could feel it on my skin; goosebumps easily created from the very thought. How could I commit murder, callous, bloodied murder? It made me ponder on if I was a good person anymore.

Jolting forward I felt the familiar sweat on my back, the familiar heart beats echoing in my ears and the stars flooding my vision. Evan stirred beside me, his snoring becoming less apparent from his now waking state.

Grabbing my glass of water on the bedside table I shakily looked back at Evan with the upmost regret; he didn't need to see me like that and now I was highly likely going to be rotting in a prison cell. Maybe the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and I truly was my fathers daughter- venomous and blood thirsty.

"Maeve?" Evan asked groggily, wiping his tired eyes. He patted his own table to find his phone to check the time. "It's three in the morning, are you okay?"

Swallowing thickly I nodded "I'm fine just.. remembering that night" I reminisced distastefully.

Evan sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder. "You don't need to feel bad for what you did. She would of hurt Lucas or would of hurt me. We will find a way"

I licked my chapped lips and smiled weakly. Evan's reassurance was needed right now, he was the lighthouse to my chaotic, dark turmoil.

"We need to tell the police soon" I admitted "it's been three days and they will find her body soon enough"

Evan stiffened "we can't tell them now as it'll look like you did it on purpose-

I got up from his grip and stared down at him "but I did do it on purpose ? I saw that knife lodged in her back pocket and decided to stab her not once but fifty times"

Evan grabbed my hands and squeezed them "I'm your husband and I will make things right, trust me on that"

"I have a plan" he trailed off, his hand going to his hair to mess it. "It's called how to cover up a murder"

I blinked a few times to regain my composure "we can't surely hide the fact I killed someone Evan? How do people even get away with that shit" I muttered in utter shock.

"I told you. We will find a way" he said back sternly "you don't need to worry. We will take you back to therapy for your nightmares- we will make a plan to get us all back to normal"

"You're acting like it's so easy.." I uttered "we live in a world with insane technology. This isn't the seventies or eighties. Getting away with murder is virtually impossible"

Evan cupped my cheeks "go back to sleep. I'm going to handle this"

I planted a kiss to his soft, cushioned lips "Evan I cannot let you get involved"

"Not with something like this. I am not risking-

"You know how you felt when you thought I was going to go with Emma and never see you again? How you conjured up so many scenarios to stop it from happening? Well I'm the same, I'm not fucking losing you" Evan affirmed with a mix of sadness, reassurance and anger.

"Murder is a whole different ball game" I replied lowly "you could go behind bars too leaving the kids without their parents, insuring their fate in an orphanage. I don't want that for them"

Evan grabbed some sleeping pills from the bedside table "take these to help you sleep. I told you to trust me. So fucking trust me. I am not going to be behind bars, neither are you. The kids won't be without any of us and certainly won't end up in the system"

Taking a big breath of air in I smiled weakly, taking the pills from him and chucking them to the back of my throat. "Just don't be reckless"

Evan shrugged "me reckless ? Come on, I'm not an idiot"

Evan got out of bed and dressed himself into some plain sweatpants and a large, grey hoodie. "Sleep for as long as you want. Remember the kids are safe with my mom at the moment"

Luckily Julie was sympathetic of the situation and agreed to look after the children for a few days so we could get our bearings; we of course left out the part where I stabbed Emma to death.

"I'll see you in a few hours" I smiled briefly, my hand grazing his slight stubble that had grown. "Be safe, don't be reckless and most importantly come back to me"

Evan kissed my forehead "that's a promise"

He then left the bedroom, then left the house leaving an unnerving silence. Leaving me with my thoughts and nightmares. Gladly the sleeping pills were taking affect as my eyes grew sleepy and heavy so without much more thought I fell into a deep slumber.

Evan POV

I pinched my nose whilst walking into the abandoned church after three days; the smell was almost putrid. We needed to get rid of her body as quickly as we could and I knew the perfect plan to do this. I just needed some help.

"Fuck- what is that smell?" Henry coughed, his eyes watering. "It smells like someone has died"

Choking on my saliva I turned around on my heel "I know you love my wife"

Henry widened his eyes "I-what? I don't love Maeve. I mean I did but that was.. back then" he tried to confirm but I could see the sweat develop along his brow.

"You don't need to deny it. The reason why I am telling you that is because you're going to help me. You're going to help Maeve because you care about her. That's what love is right ?" I told Henry who now looked perplexed as fuck.

"Listen what is this about, what has Maeve done now?"

I turned on my flash light, pointing to Emma's dead body slumped on the floor "she kind of killed my ex"