Hidden Bodies (You, #2)

by Caroline Kepnes

Love lifts us up but it also makes us roam around Little Compton like we didn’t murder the girl in the news.

On the way to the door, I trip. I bump my knee against the bed. My body is protesting.

I mean since the very beginning, like the whole time we’ve been together, I know you are doing something. Sometimes I think you have cancer.

This could be the end. But this could also be the beginning.

I did not do that thing where you leave out the grotesque details to make yourself seem like some kind of unstained, impervious hero.

strangled Peach on the beach.

A book lets you choose how much of the blood you want to see. A book gives you the permission to see the story as you want, as your mind directs. You interpret.

When you finish a movie you leave the theater with your friend and talk about the movie right away. When you finish a book you think.

Love grew up on movies and I have just read her a book. I give he...

The wait is eternal, and her eyes are fixed on a stain on the floor. I think of all the people who stayed in this room before and wonder if any of them have been like me.

Roosevelt cried when Forty tried to hold him and Forty was the one who wanted Roosevelt in the first place. Who makes a world like that?

“All I know is how to love,” she says. “So I can deal with you.”

“I told them I was Peach’s lover, of course,”

LOL U SNEAKY

I smell hand sanitizer and chicken broth as we walk toward his room.

Perfect hospital smell comparison

Milo who is probably sitting in a Quinn sandwich right now.

He’s my new mug of piss,

“Michael Michael Motorcycle said he’s the kind of guy people just want to hurt.”

Lmao

I don’t know if the baby will survive, but I know we will.

her. I wish I could make it better. But I can’t. Forty’s dead.

LMAO

But childhood fucks you up, no matter what it looks like.

and the greatest part of all of this is the beautiful truth of it. I killed it with my speech and I did not kill Forty Quinn.

When a girl wants her own bed and she wants you in it, this is how you know it’s real.

She used me. She isn’t smart enough to love me or know me and suddenly I feel sorry for

I will not remove life from this planet while Love and I are in the process of bringing life into this world.

I’ve already confessed my past to Love and I don’t want to confess my present.

“Did you just propose to me in Taco Bell without a ring?”

In the newspapers they call me Killer Joe and it’s disappointing, the failure of modern media, the lack of originality.

I know I will be out of here soon, watching my child break out of Love’s vagina, my favorite place in the world.

Weird way to put it lol

I was worried I would sound sarcastic, like a senator’s son at a date rape trial,

He’s older than me, more tired; he probably lives in Torrance, in some house full of Bud Light and expired coupons and firearms and soiled diapers.

I bet he was one of those guys who proposes because he’s thirty, because he figures it’s time to get married and settle down.

I was very good at killing people when I needed to be. Was. The past tense. I’m retired.