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Authors: Kate Lynne
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can’t untie you. I don’t trust you.” His eyes get cloudy and I’ve never seen that stormy shade in them before.
“What are you talking about? You were the rough one last night. I was a perfect angel.” I smile innocently.
“I’m pretty sure someone just keeled over and died at the mention of the words you and perfect angel in the same sentence ,” he retorts
“If you untie me…I can bring you straight to Heaven. I promise.”
“I can’t do that just yet… we really need to talk.” He suddenly gets serious. He looks around the room nervously, focusing on anything other than me.
“Stop fucking around , Breccan. I’m serious now. Untie me!” I struggle against my restraints and try to twist and turn my hands out of the tight hold. He expertly tied knots with some type of cloth. It is definitely stronger than it looks. At this point, I’m seeing red. I don’t like to feel like a caged animal.
“Victoria…I said we need to talk, so cut the shit. And stop struggling…you’re going to hurt yourself.” I gasp loudly. My name…he just called me by my name…my real given name. My mind is reeling. Just how long has this motherfucker been following me? I haven’t went by that name in years!
“Who the fuck is Victoria?” I was partly serious. That girl died long ago. The innocent, all-too-trusting little girl.
“You know who she is…and she’s still there deep down.” He finally turns to face me now and I can see the shine of tears in his eyes.
I pull even harder at my restraints and finally loosen them enough to slide one of my hands out. I quickly untie my other hand and lunge out of the bed and as far away from him as possible. He does nothing to try and stop me. He stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“Breccan…you’re losing it. I’ve gotta go. I don’t know who she is, but it’s not me.” I rush around the room to gather my things and throw my clothes on. He still says nothing, but tears steadily come down his cheeks. I can’t take it anymore… I’m two seconds away from going batshit crazy again. It’ll make me feel better. I need to get it out and then I’ll be okay again. I can feel the urge creep up my chest and resonate near my cold, black heart.
“Go, Breccan…get out of here… leave me.” I try to warn him. I don’t know why. I don’t fucking know why. I want to end this, all of this caring bullshit. I don’t care. I don’t care about him. I don’t care about me. I hate this fucking life. I have nothing. I want nothing. He finally moves from the bed and starts slowly approaching me where I’m huddled in the corner of the room.
“I said get the fuck out of here , Breccan!” I shout, but he’s still moving towards me. I make a move for my purse and he blocks me with his solid body. I look around him quickly and then glance toward the door to try and create a diversion. It works and he looks away. At the same moment, I dive behind him, sliding onto the ground and grasping my once again heavy purse in my shaking hands. I quickly unzip it and pull out my sanity. The gun trembles in my palms as I point it at him. He’s still staring towards the door. It’s almost as if he’s fearful to turn around. It’s moments like this that I normally laugh. I get high on this fear. But something feels wrong about it and I could puke up all of the remnants in my trembling stomach. I flip the safety off with ease. It still feels wrong. I put my finger on the trigger and try to will myself to push. But I can’t. Something in me just won’t allow it.
“I know where he is…” Breccan speaks quietly. He slowly turns to face me and puts his hands above his head. “Put the gun down and slide it towards me. I’ll tell you where he is, Victoria.” I rack my brain … who could he possibly be referring to? Only one thing comes to mind, but that’s impossible. He notices I’m not completely convinced, as I’m still pointing the gun directly at his chest.
“I
“What are you talking about? You were the rough one last night. I was a perfect angel.” I smile innocently.
“I’m pretty sure someone just keeled over and died at the mention of the words you and perfect angel in the same sentence ,” he retorts
“If you untie me…I can bring you straight to Heaven. I promise.”
“I can’t do that just yet… we really need to talk.” He suddenly gets serious. He looks around the room nervously, focusing on anything other than me.
“Stop fucking around , Breccan. I’m serious now. Untie me!” I struggle against my restraints and try to twist and turn my hands out of the tight hold. He expertly tied knots with some type of cloth. It is definitely stronger than it looks. At this point, I’m seeing red. I don’t like to feel like a caged animal.
“Victoria…I said we need to talk, so cut the shit. And stop struggling…you’re going to hurt yourself.” I gasp loudly. My name…he just called me by my name…my real given name. My mind is reeling. Just how long has this motherfucker been following me? I haven’t went by that name in years!
“Who the fuck is Victoria?” I was partly serious. That girl died long ago. The innocent, all-too-trusting little girl.
“You know who she is…and she’s still there deep down.” He finally turns to face me now and I can see the shine of tears in his eyes.
I pull even harder at my restraints and finally loosen them enough to slide one of my hands out. I quickly untie my other hand and lunge out of the bed and as far away from him as possible. He does nothing to try and stop me. He stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“Breccan…you’re losing it. I’ve gotta go. I don’t know who she is, but it’s not me.” I rush around the room to gather my things and throw my clothes on. He still says nothing, but tears steadily come down his cheeks. I can’t take it anymore… I’m two seconds away from going batshit crazy again. It’ll make me feel better. I need to get it out and then I’ll be okay again. I can feel the urge creep up my chest and resonate near my cold, black heart.
“Go, Breccan…get out of here… leave me.” I try to warn him. I don’t know why. I don’t fucking know why. I want to end this, all of this caring bullshit. I don’t care. I don’t care about him. I don’t care about me. I hate this fucking life. I have nothing. I want nothing. He finally moves from the bed and starts slowly approaching me where I’m huddled in the corner of the room.
“I said get the fuck out of here , Breccan!” I shout, but he’s still moving towards me. I make a move for my purse and he blocks me with his solid body. I look around him quickly and then glance toward the door to try and create a diversion. It works and he looks away. At the same moment, I dive behind him, sliding onto the ground and grasping my once again heavy purse in my shaking hands. I quickly unzip it and pull out my sanity. The gun trembles in my palms as I point it at him. He’s still staring towards the door. It’s almost as if he’s fearful to turn around. It’s moments like this that I normally laugh. I get high on this fear. But something feels wrong about it and I could puke up all of the remnants in my trembling stomach. I flip the safety off with ease. It still feels wrong. I put my finger on the trigger and try to will myself to push. But I can’t. Something in me just won’t allow it.
“I know where he is…” Breccan speaks quietly. He slowly turns to face me and puts his hands above his head. “Put the gun down and slide it towards me. I’ll tell you where he is, Victoria.” I rack my brain … who could he possibly be referring to? Only one thing comes to mind, but that’s impossible. He notices I’m not completely convinced, as I’m still pointing the gun directly at his chest.
“I
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