My heartbeat syncs with the pace of the light taps of rain against my window. I hear the leaves whistling and the wind brushes through. My hair flows freely against my face as I perch upon the edge.
I look down the dorms building and back at the emergency exit I had used to clump up here. It had been a bit slippery with the rain, but I managed.
I needed time. To clear my thoughts, to plan.
I knew I shouldn't have trusted him. No man could ever love me. I had been a fool, I had been blind. But no longer will I be kept in the dark, no. Instead I will absorbs the dark, become the dark, become the one thing they fear the most, become the shadows that trails their ever step, become the darkness of an empty hallway, become the monster under your bed, become the demon that chases you up the stairs.
He will regret the day he ever played with me. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.
All I have to do is play along for a little while, bait him, play him, then kill him, slowly, painfully.
Just one little call and he will be in an exact location tied up all I need to do is send him a quick text- 'help me! I've been taken, 26 albus avenue. Come quick!'
God it would be so easy! No. Patience, I could wait a few days - no - I will wait a few days.
My eye flinches as the drop falls off my brow. Guess it's time to head back.
Sighing, I stand up and grip the edge of the ladder, hey, at least the water is a good lubricant right now. I jump off the roof gliding down, my hand anchored on the ladder.
The water splashes below my boots before I walk off.
*******
Knox POV:
I hear a tap on my door, I place the book I had been reading, The Song of Achilles, and head to the door.
Her smell wafted through the open door and I wish she would just rub herself over everything in my room, just so I could smell her perfume as I sleep.
"Hello," I say with a smirk, I lean against the door frame with my arms crossed.
"Hi," she replies with a grin. "You gonna let me in?" She teases.
"Hmm I don't know.." I tap my finger to my jaw and furrow my brows, "nah."
"Oh fuck off!" She pushes me aside and barges her way through. She walks with purpose towards my bed, making herself comfortable sitting on the edge. I chuckle and join her.
"So., what are you doing here?" I ask.
"Oh just thought I'd pop over for a visit- that's ok right?"
"Always. You are always welcome near me," I smile down at her. "Oh before I forget! I just wanted to let you know I talked to my boss," a sliver of skepticism shone on her face before she quickly concealed it with a smile.
"That's great! What did he say?"
"For some odd reason he was okay with it, it seemed a little weird but I didn't want to ruin it," I shrug.
Onyx POV:
As he kept talking I felt the knife push deeper and deeper into me. He was once again lying right to my face, and he had the nerve to look so happy about it, about us, about faking it.
"Yeah I wouldn't risk it either," I say faking concern for him, I'm past that point, especially when the danger- like everything else- is fake.
"I might of, if it was for you," his face fills with adoration, "I would rush anything for you."
He says it with such sincerity I swear my heart is being ripped out, how could he possibly be okay with playing with peoples emotions like that, making everything feel so real, and that was the problem. He always made it feel so real, so real that for a second I could allow myself to think it was. But it wasn't. So I continue to play my role.
He suddenly pulls me into him and as of instinct, I rest my head against his chest.
His forehead nudges mine and he looks at me with such- love. His eyes flicker to my lips, only for a split second, but I know where this will lead.
I can fake only so much, I don't know what I'd do if he tried to kiss me now that I know the truth.
I quickly rise from his grip and mumble some stupid excuse along the lines of 'I'm sorry I have really bad indigestion!" And scurried out, followed by Romave's voice, "are you ok?" "Do you need some help?" I ignored him and ran straight into the stairwell, just in case he decides to check on me.
When I reach the second floor I release a sigh I relief, peaking my head around the corner I check for his trail. Good. He hadn't followed me.
"Hey Onyx!" Holy shit!
"Fuck you scared me Ace!" I snarl.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to, why are you so jumpy anyways?"
"No reason."
"Why are you here?" Oh crap, I don't have an excuse.
"Uh, I was here to. . . grab you!"
"Why should you, grab me?" He looks at me as if I had grown a penis.
"We are going to lunch! Yeah. Lunch." Phew, damn I'm getting good at excuses.
"But I was going to go to the gym!" He whines, I only just notice the towel hung loosely over his shoulder and the duffle bag hung from the other.
"Does it look like I give a fuck? No I don't." I answer my own question before he has a chance to answer.
His mouth is still forming an 'O' as I grab him by the arm and basically drag his limp body down the stairs.
"I guess you finally decided to give me my own medicine?" He looks up at me as he gets up off the ground and dusts off the dirt from the stairs.
"Guess so."
*******
After lunch Ace and I get out of his car, apparently he had stolen the keys from Mace the other night while she was drunk.
I wave him goodbye as we split off at level two, I stay planted in the elevator while he heads out with I wave and a small 'goodbye'.
The elevator dings and it comes to a stop and the doors open. Heading over to my dorm I open the door and walk in.
What is that smell? Chicken noodle soup?
I follow the smell to my bedside table. A bowl of soup sits there with a spoon and a slip of paper, I pick it up and read;
'Hey trouble,
Tried to find you to give you the soup but you weren't in your dorm, I figured you had gone for a shower or something so I went back to my dorm.
You may have heard that some kid had a copy of your keys for when they had parties and it just so happened that was Tyler, lucky for me I had stolen it from him shortly after you had moved in.
Wouldn't want any creepos to come in.
So I grabbed the keys and opened your dorm, I hope you don't mind. I promise I didn't snoop, or smell your underwear but I can't promise you will be able to find the black pair of lacy underwear ;)
Btw- black is my favourite colour.
Also after writing this I realise you haven't got my number, so here ya go;
Hottest bitch alive- 0493 689 727'
Despite myself I let out a light chuckle at his description of himself 'hottest bitch alive' my laughter soon turns to a warm smile when I rest my eyes upon the soup, damn he makes it so easy to believe it's all real.
Against my better judgement I add his number to my contacts and label it as 'hottest bitch alive 🥵😘🔥'
I stare at the screen a little longer, just thinking, before I text him.
Me: hey.
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