"I think I'm spot on." He breathed. "Is that what you want? For me to touch you?"
There are so many things wrong in this situation. The place, the time but a part of me couldn't care less and that sickened me. The pit in my stomach deepened but I fe...
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I stepped toward the door, wondering just how much she hated me. For the last month and a half, Eugene Felix has done too good of a job for Brianna and me but that ends tonight. Who knows what kind of bullshit he's putting in her head, trying to paint me as the villain.
Before I made a move to enter their home, I made sure that the lights were off in her room and the house was empty. Her brother had left to get her some food but I took extreme measures to ensure that it would be just us for the rest of the evening. I'm tired of their games and I'd show them just how much I wasn't playing.
I twisted the knob to her room door and carefully peeked inside. As the room revealed itself to me, I wondered what she'd do. Would she scream at me? Would she tell me just how much she hates me?
But as I peered inside, I soon came to the realization that neither of those things was the case. She wasn't asleep like I had originally planned her to be, she was wide awake, sitting and staring at me. She was deadly beautiful and for a moment, I felt peace seep into my mind. She wore a plaid red skirt and one of my black graphic oversized T-shirts. Her and these fucking skirts. I can't want to hold them between my fingers with the intention of ripping them off her body.
But the more I stared at her, the more I realized that the feelings I had were no longer mutual. Her eyes oozed with hatred and she wasn't staring at me, she was aiming. At just the right time, I moved my head and she shot the gun. My ears rang hard, swirling my mind into a short panic.
I looked at the beautifully crafted gun in her hands and believed that maybe I should've been afraid. But I couldn't do anything but admire her. My heart raced at the thought of near death and it was a feeling I hadn't felt in so very long and to see it being ripped out of me by her hands only made me want her more. It's sick and twisted but I've never felt more alive.
The gun she held was one that I had gifted her not too long ago. Once, she held that gun and threatened to shoot me. This time, the second, she held the gun and tried. Once the passing shot of adrenaline wore away, I felt the sting in my ear. I could've lost my head but instead, I got away with a scratch. If that's not luck I don't know what is.
I looked back to see that the bullet had penetrated itself in the wall behind me, perfectly aligned with the center of my head. She didn't just try to shoot me, but she tried to kill me with an aim far deadlier than anyone I've met or trained and those were professional hitmen. At this point, my heart thundered at the thought that she might kill me. For the first time in a long time, I think I felt pure fear. "Butterfl-"
"¡No me llames así!" she snarled, still aiming the gun. I took a step closer and she fixated her aim on my heart, "Move again and I will kill you."
I smirked. "You won't kill me, piccolo assassino."
"And what makes you think that?"
"Because you need answers." When I saw a small twinge in her expression falter, I knew that I had struck a part of her willing to listen. "There's holes in your memory, isn't there? Things that don't make sense."
