Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 31

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 31

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Sophia:
I gasped, taking a step back. I wasn’t the
one? What did that mean, exactly? I watched
as he slowly stepped away from me and out
of the bathroom. I walked to the doorway
and peeked out into the bedroom. Ricky
wasn’t anywhere in sight. Where did he go?
My whole body tensed, wondering what he
was going to do.
I stepped into the bedroom and stood there,
looking around. I finally walked across the
room and opened the bedroom door, peering
out into the dark hallway. I listened, but
couldn’t hear anything. Stepping out into
the hallway, I walked down until I was in the
living room. Ricky was in the kitchen,
leaning against the counter with his head in
his hands. I stood in the middle of the living
room, staring at him.
“Why?” I asked him.
“Because I loved you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did. But now I know you’re not the
one.”
“So you don’t love me anymore?”
“No.” His voice was filled with regret and
anger. “I don’t know. How can I love
someone who doesn’t love me back?”
“How can you expect me to love you when
you did all of that horrible stuff? You killed
all of those innocent girls.”


His head snapped up and he glared at me.
“Don’t talk about them. They faked their
love. I had no choice.”
“Yes, you did,” I replied calmly. “Why didn’t
you kill me when I told you I didn’t love
you?” I need to know why. I desperately
needed to know.
“I wanted to.”

My blood ran cold. “You did?” I whispered.
“I want to.”
“What?” My voice became frantic. He wants
to? “So you say you love me, and then say
you want to kill me?”
“You’re not the one, Sophie,” he said, turning
away from me. He reached onto of the
fridge and pulled a knife off of it. I gasped
and took a step back, watching him take the
cover off. He looked at me. His face was
streaked with tears. I knew he didn’t want
to, it was obvious enough. But something
told me he felt like he had to.

“You don’t want to do this,” I said, stepping
away from him.

“Yes I do.” His voice was no longer filled
with sadness. Instead it was replaced with
hatred and guilt. “You’ve made it clear that
you are not the one.”