others!”
“Others?” I laughed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Christian began shoving me with his huge hands, causing me to take numerous steps backwards. My eyes grew massive as I could not believe he was putting his hands on me—an innocent woman. I took a step forward and then shoved him in the neck so he would stop pushing me.
He fell back onto the floor and I began to laugh from amusement. “I did not push you that hard.”
“Yes...yes...you did!” he cried as he held his neck which had old bruises. “You're stronger than you think.” Christian kicked his leg up as I tried to get closer to him. As he kicked his leg higher, his shoe came flying toward me and hit my nose.
“AH!” I screamed as I could feel my nose pounding from pain. “You dumb idiot!”
My body began to feel hot and my palms were so sweaty. I never felt so aggravated like that before. It was like I was an animal with no control or no desire to be calm. I began to twitch and tried to control my rapid breathing. I knew it was not natural to be so out of control with my own body.
Without thinking, I jumped on top of him and began punching his nose—harder, and harder until it swelled. I then grabbed a handful of his thick hair and then slammed the back of his head onto the hardwood floor countless times. My eyes rolled behind my head as I could not stop moving. I imagined my eyes glazed over with a black coating as I could feel a presence telling me to go on.
I began to laugh hysterically as I banged his head some more—more and more! My vision went hazy and my hearing diminished. I could feel my body dripping in sweat and my smell intensified.
As I felt like a robot turning off; my vision came back a bit. I paused as blood dripped off my tiny hands. I shook my hands and more blood splashed onto the floor. My eyes that could not focus on one object tried to stare at Christian’s bloody face.
I squinted my eyes, “Christian?” I said as I tried to shake him awake. “Honey?” I poked him with my bloody finger and then my body began to tense up. I lifted his head up as gentle as I could and saw that the blood was coming from the back of his head. I gasped in fear and jumped off his lifeless body.
I stood up and stared at my hands; such evil hands. I began to shake in fear of myself. I never wanted to leave my body as much as I did at that moment. But, I wanted him so badly. I wanted Christian to hold me—I was such a selfish human being.
In tears, I collapsed onto his chest and held him tight hoping it was all a dream. His lifeless body was no fun as his arms could not hold me. “I love you! I love you!” I screamed as the blood began to get all over my body. I rubbed my palms in the blood and my heart began to pound from excitement. I was like a sick human who enjoyed his pain—who enjoyed his new smell.
As I tried to rationalize, I could feel my body shutting down.
As if I were someone else.
Chapter 9
Million Dollar Man
I awoke with my heart racing and sweat sliding down my face—actually, I felt wet all over. I turned on my night lamp and screamed in fright.
“AH!” I threw my blankets off my body and realized I was covered in blood. The blood was all over my bed and as I walked around my home, I noticed the blood was everywhere.
My dream about killing Christian had me shaking all over. Yeah, it was a dream.
Without second guessing, I ran to my living room to see if Christian was there. I searched and he was nowhere in sight. It had to be a dream.
I fell onto the floor and began to rock back and forth.
I need to calm down. There is an easy explanation about why I’m covered in blood. Maybe this is ketchup. I licked my thumb that was covered in blood—it tasted like candy to me.
I thought about the day before and all I did was talk to Johnny. How strange? That was all I could remember.
My cell phone rang and it was Mama. “Hello?” I said with a shaky voice.
“Leanna, are you okay? The
“Others?” I laughed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Christian began shoving me with his huge hands, causing me to take numerous steps backwards. My eyes grew massive as I could not believe he was putting his hands on me—an innocent woman. I took a step forward and then shoved him in the neck so he would stop pushing me.
He fell back onto the floor and I began to laugh from amusement. “I did not push you that hard.”
“Yes...yes...you did!” he cried as he held his neck which had old bruises. “You're stronger than you think.” Christian kicked his leg up as I tried to get closer to him. As he kicked his leg higher, his shoe came flying toward me and hit my nose.
“AH!” I screamed as I could feel my nose pounding from pain. “You dumb idiot!”
My body began to feel hot and my palms were so sweaty. I never felt so aggravated like that before. It was like I was an animal with no control or no desire to be calm. I began to twitch and tried to control my rapid breathing. I knew it was not natural to be so out of control with my own body.
Without thinking, I jumped on top of him and began punching his nose—harder, and harder until it swelled. I then grabbed a handful of his thick hair and then slammed the back of his head onto the hardwood floor countless times. My eyes rolled behind my head as I could not stop moving. I imagined my eyes glazed over with a black coating as I could feel a presence telling me to go on.
I began to laugh hysterically as I banged his head some more—more and more! My vision went hazy and my hearing diminished. I could feel my body dripping in sweat and my smell intensified.
As I felt like a robot turning off; my vision came back a bit. I paused as blood dripped off my tiny hands. I shook my hands and more blood splashed onto the floor. My eyes that could not focus on one object tried to stare at Christian’s bloody face.
I squinted my eyes, “Christian?” I said as I tried to shake him awake. “Honey?” I poked him with my bloody finger and then my body began to tense up. I lifted his head up as gentle as I could and saw that the blood was coming from the back of his head. I gasped in fear and jumped off his lifeless body.
I stood up and stared at my hands; such evil hands. I began to shake in fear of myself. I never wanted to leave my body as much as I did at that moment. But, I wanted him so badly. I wanted Christian to hold me—I was such a selfish human being.
In tears, I collapsed onto his chest and held him tight hoping it was all a dream. His lifeless body was no fun as his arms could not hold me. “I love you! I love you!” I screamed as the blood began to get all over my body. I rubbed my palms in the blood and my heart began to pound from excitement. I was like a sick human who enjoyed his pain—who enjoyed his new smell.
As I tried to rationalize, I could feel my body shutting down.
As if I were someone else.
Chapter 9
Million Dollar Man
I awoke with my heart racing and sweat sliding down my face—actually, I felt wet all over. I turned on my night lamp and screamed in fright.
“AH!” I threw my blankets off my body and realized I was covered in blood. The blood was all over my bed and as I walked around my home, I noticed the blood was everywhere.
My dream about killing Christian had me shaking all over. Yeah, it was a dream.
Without second guessing, I ran to my living room to see if Christian was there. I searched and he was nowhere in sight. It had to be a dream.
I fell onto the floor and began to rock back and forth.
I need to calm down. There is an easy explanation about why I’m covered in blood. Maybe this is ketchup. I licked my thumb that was covered in blood—it tasted like candy to me.
I thought about the day before and all I did was talk to Johnny. How strange? That was all I could remember.
My cell phone rang and it was Mama. “Hello?” I said with a shaky voice.
“Leanna, are you okay? The
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