Blades and Bullets

38. The Bucket of Skins

The door closes softly and I'm left alone in my room with no one but my thoughts to keep me company.

This is so conflicting! On one side I want to murder him- no, need to murder him for what he's done.

But the other side of me thinks that maybe Luke was wrong and misheard him? Maybe that glint that shines his his eye when he looks at me is real? Maybe he does feel something? But that's all they'll ever be anyways. Maybes.

But maybe that maybe is worth it, worth the risks, worth the hurt. Maybe he's  worth the hurt.

I repeat it to myself a couple times to let it sink in. I've found someone worth it. . . And he doesn't know.

I should tell him. I should tell everyone.

I feel like the worlds weight had been weighing me down and it has finally lifted. I feel like I'm flying through the winds, defying all senses of gravity. I feel like standing on the edge of the tallest building and screaming for the world to hear.

My phone suddenly vibrates and I look down to see another text.

hottest bitch 🥵😘🔥

Btw we have a masquerade ball tomorrow night.... would you like to be my date?

Huh? A masquerade? Sounds pretty cool... and he wants us to go as dates?
Wait- it would be the perfect time to tell him!

I would love to

Great
I'll pick you up from the front of the dorm building at 6pm
Btw wear black
It suits you ;)

I chuckle and place my phone on my bedside table, I lean over to make sure the charger is charging before I roll over to my side and pull the covers over my shoulder. . . tomorrow's gonna be a good day.

*******

I burst suddenly from my bed as I feel a hand slither down my side, I instinctively reach under my mattress and within two seconds I have it pressed to their throat.

"Who sent you?" I snarl.

I was answered with silence.

"I said. Who sent you?!" I apply pressure with the dagger as a sliver of blood trickles down my hand.

Once again, I am welcomed with silence.

"Fine. Guess we'll do this the hard way," I shrug with a smirk, I'll happily skin you alive piece by peace until you scream with answers.

I pull the strap from my sweatpants and use it to tie the assassin's arms to the bed. I casually step off of their body, and head to my closet.

I flick the light and the chandelier shines brightly, I blink to allow my eyes to adjust.

I reach behind a rack of dresses and feel around for the dint. Pushing it the wall flies open and I step inside. . . I did learn a thing or two from my father, and besides, I prefer my carpets to be without blood.

I reach the bottom of my basement before running back up with the rope sound over my shoulder.

"Are you ready to see the red room?" I smirk, though this version of fifty shades is about to get a few shades darker.