Mike's POV:
I pull away from Jeremy and open the door. A policeman stands on the other side.
"Hello Mr. Schmidt, I'd like to confirm the arrest of Alan Fitzgerald," he says. "That's the right guy?" He points to the police car.
"Yes," I respond.
"Here," he hands over a piece of paper.
"What's this for," I say as I feel Jeremy hug me behind.
"We need to see Jeremy Fitzgerald," he pointed to Jeremy who was still hugging me. "At court along with his father and his whole family, but you won't need a lawyer."
"W-why?" Jeremy says letting go and pushing me aside.
"Your father said some things and you're lucky that we're not taking you now, Mr. Fitzgerald," the policeman says. "That's all for today, have a good rest of your day," the man gets into his car and drives away.
"I won't let them arrest you," I say bringing Jeremy back inside and closing the door.
"They will," he says.
"I promise you they won't," I said. "Want to watch a movie?" I ask.
"No, I just want to go to sleep," he said as he headed upstairs, I followed.
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I woke up at 2AM. I guess the sobbing woke me. Wait, sobbing? I look around and don't see Jeremy anywhere. I leave the room and find the bathroom door open with the lights on.
"Jeremy?" I call opening the door wider. I wish I've woken up earlier.

Jeremy's POV:
I look up crying.
"W-what?" I ask gripping the bandages I have put on my arm.
"Why?" Was all I heard.
"I've killed many that didn't deserve to die, I was about to kill you, I put my father in jail," I said.
"Doesn't mean you should harm yourself Jeremy! How long have you been doing this?!" He yells.
"Since the day of our wedding Mike."
"You've kept this a secret from me for two years? Why?.." I heard pain in his voice.
"Sorry for the betrayal, I vowed to be honest, now look at me Mike!" I said. "Look at this!" I took off the bandages. The cuts led all the way up my arm. I let out a cry when Mike touched every single one.
"How many?"
"One hundred, twenty five on each," I say. He counts them on both my arms.
"I only counted fifty," he says. I take off my pants to show him the rest.
"One hundred."
"One hundred one."
"What?" I say counting them all. "One hundred, where's the extra one?"
"Here," he says pulling up his sleeve and taking the razor. Before I was able to stop him, the made a cut. Blood dripped out as he put the razor back.
"Mike! Why did you do that?" I yell. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"Why is it easy for you to tell me that I should put the razor down when you can't tell yourself Jeremy?"
"Mike....."
I felt his lips press against mine. He pulls away.
"Jeremy please don't do this," he says.
"I can't promise you."
"At least try."
"I will."