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I stood there for what felt like years.

What the fuck have I done.

Tears prickled my eyes as I slowly pulled the pillow off of her face. "Yasmin?"

Her eyes were shut and her mouth agape, she wasn't moving anymore.

"Y-Yasmin?" I brought my ear to her mouth, clenching my jaw when not even a gasp passed her lips.

"No, no, no, fuck!" I rested my ear against her chest and jumped away when I heard nothing.

"God, what have I done!" I tug on my hair and release a sob staring at her lifeless body.

"Is everything all right?" The doctor comes in abruptly, looking at me then at Yasmin. "I need a nurse!" He dashes over to her, taking in the flatlined heart monitor.

All I could do was sit there with my trembling hands pulling at my hair.

I didn't even notice the nurse entering the room and the doctor was trying to resuscitate her but it was no use.

She was gone, I killed her.

I killed her.

I'm a murderer.

"Mr. Carter, we tried everything we could to bring her back. I'm so sorry."

"You're what?" I looked up at his solemn expression.

"I— I said that I'm sorry. We tried everything we could."

He's sorry.

He's sorry?

"Aren't you going to turn me in?"

I just killed someone and he's apologizing to me.

He frowns at me, "turn you in?

Mr. Carter, you're obviously in shock. Which is perfectly normal. Here." He holds out his hand for me to take. I stare at it for a moment and put hand in his, he pulls me up and clasps my forearm.

"You did everything you could do. You stared here night and day to watch over her, don't blame yourself, okay? Some things are just out of your hands." He pats my shoulder and gives me a brief smile.

I watch him walk away, feeling more confused than ever before. I can only stare at my hands.

He doesn't know I did it.

How would he know, Logan? No one saw you.

Nobody knows.

"No one knows. Nobody knows."

I look up at the ceiling and remember that there are cameras. "Oh, fuck." I close my eyes and run a hand over my face. "I have to get that footage," I whisper, suddenly feeling paranoid.

"Relax, the cops aren't here, no one is taking me in yet. I just have to erase the footage." I start thinking up a plan but quickly pause.

I look up at the camera as discreetly as I can, I realize that I was blocking the view of the camera when I did it.

My back was definitely facing the camera and it may have even looked like I was hugging her from the position we were in. If they question me, that was the excuse, she was having a seizure and I tried to help her but obviously I didn't know how.

I breathe a sigh but still feel on edge.

My phone suddenly rings, I look at it and answer the call.

"Hey, Logan, are you still coming by? It's fine if you can't but you said you would."

"Sorry, I'll be by a little late okay? I have to take care of something. I'm not sure if you'll really care or if I should even tell you but... Yasmin died in the hospital. I have to make some a-arrangements and talk to my father. But I'll be there to see the twins by one or two if that's okay?" I put a hand over my mouth to stop fucking babbling, squeezing my eyes shut.

Why the fuck would you tell her that, you idiot! You cheated on her!

She says nothing and I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I— fuck, okay, I just wanted to let you know that's why I'll be late. I'm sorry for even bringing it up, just tell me it's okay for me to still come and see the twins?"

She audibly inhales and exhales before answering me. "It's okay, Logan. You can still come by."

"Okay, thank you, Sarah. Um... I'll see you then."

"I'm sorry about Yasmin, goodbye." She hangs up the phone without allowing me to answer. I stare at it for a moment before finally exiting the hospital room.

My mind was racing, trying to come up with some form of a game plan for talking with my father. I made it to my car and sat in it for a few minutes, struggling to understand my actions today.

Of course I never wanted to kill her, I do think I loved her. I suppose I wasn't in love with her. But I was just so fucking angry at her for turning my life upside down and fucking me over in the end.

I know that I initiated our relationship but not only did she manipulate me and use my emotions, she was pregnant. I just know that she would've used the baby against me if she didn't try to kill herself. I just fucking know it.

I rest my head against the steering wheel. I killed her, I murdered someone, I took a life.

How can I even be near my kids now? I'm a father, how do I just put on this facade like I'm still who I was before.

It's not like pretending everything is fine is new to you.

I sigh and rub my tired eyes, "let's just get this shit over with."

I drive to my parent's house, knowing my father wasn't working today.

When I arrive, I pull out my key and unlock the door. I step inside and my mom looks up from the TV with a surprised face.

"Logan? What a pleasant surprise, come here." She stands and holds her arms out for me to hug her. I look down and close the door behind me, hesitantly walking towards her.

I hug her back, my chin resting on the top of her head. She rubs my back, "sweetie, what's wrong?"

Tears prick my eyes once again, I clear my throat and pull away after a minute. "Nothing, mom, just a little stressed. That's all, I promise."

She rests her hand on my cheek and pats it softly before nodding. "Your father is in his office, of course. Make sure you come sit with me for a minute before you leave, please? I feel like I haven't seen you in ages."

I nod and kiss her cheek, "I will." I leave her in the living room to walk down the hall. My father always had a strict rule about knocking before entering, but fuck his rules at this point.

"Martin, I've already told y—" I open the door as he's speaking on the phone, he turns around from where he's standing to look at me. "Martin, I'm going to call you back."

"Logan, you know how I feel ab—"

"I don't give a shit how you feel." I close the door behind me. I stare at him, wondering why I ever looked up to him as a child.

"I killed Yasmin."

His eyes widen ever so slightly, he moves from behind his desk and sits on the edge of it, in front of me.

"Son—"

"I'm not your son, not anymore. I found out what you and Yasmin have been up to. While the credit truly has to go to Yasmin for being so sufficient in wrecking my fucking life, your influence doesn't go unnoticed." He clenches his jaw, crossing his arms.

"I got so fucking angry at her, at you! I know I deserve it for what I did to Sarah but the fact that you were involved! I don't know, it just makes me fucking crazy!" I laugh and run my hands through my hair.

I drop my hands and recall my last moment with Yasmin. "I put a pillow over her face and kept it there until she became nothing but a corpse." I don't even blink as I stare at him.

He shifts uncomfortably before standing. "So, what? Are you going to kill me now, son? Go right ahead. Go and kill your father for doing what he thought was best! Sarah was weak! Yasmin has potential but then again, women never get the fucking job done right, do they?" He breaks off in a hard laugh, turning away from me.

"Go right ahead, Logan. As a matter of fact, use that firepoker, take it and push it right through my fucking skull. Would it make you feel better?" His voice was low but gruff as he spoke, anger lacing his words.

I look at it but close my eyes with a heavy sigh and look back to him. "I'm not going to kill you. But I will be taking over the company."

He snaps his gaze over to me, his stare cold. "Did you hit your head on the way here?"

"Actually, I didn't. But it's kind of funny because I have everything to lose. Sarah just gave birth to twins and if I turn myself in, I may never see them again. But I would be willing to do that, just as long as everyone knows how much of a fucking fraud you are."

"You wouldn't. Logan, when have you ever done anything admirable?" He cackles a laugh, only making me more angry.

"It's so funny because you have so much more to lose than me. Your company, your name, your money, maybe even mom. Even I know she's had enough of your shit.

Multi-Billionaire schemes against his only son for publicity. That's what it was, right? You wanted more attention on me from a relationship with Yasmin so that in turn, the company would be relevant in the news. 'All publicity is good publicity', isn't that right?"

He runs a hand over his face, "Fine. You want the company to yourself, you've got it. But you will no longer be tied to this family. I'll make sure of it that none of my endorsements, friends, my money will follow you. You're on your own, is that what you want?" He smirks at me, thinking he's got me or something.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I want." I turn around to leave, knowing exactly what his facial expression is without looking.

When I have my hand on the door, I speak without facing him, "I have so much to lose and yet, I have so much to gain. Even if I had to hear about your downfall from the depths of a prison cell, it would be worth it. That's how much I fucking hate you. Have everything ready by Monday, if you're as smart as you make your colleagues believe." With that, I walk out of the door, leaving him fuming.

I walk over to the couch where my mom sits, smiling at the TV screen. I sit next to her and she lies her head on my shoulder.

"At least ten minutes this time, Logan? We would always watch my show together when you were little." She holds my hand and sighs.

"I remember." I rest my head on hers and watch her favorite show with her.