Second Chance

Chapter 94

"Morgan, please." I plead. "I know you don't have the heart to try and kill me." I say try, because the likelihood of her actually succeeding is highly unlikely.

"How do you know?" She demands with a choked voice, taking out a pocket knife and flicking it open.

"Okay, let me rephrase that." I sigh, crossing my arms. "You can't kill me. It's physically impossible for you."

"What makes you think that?" She growls, taking a step towards me.

"Not to be sexist or anything, but you're a girl. You're also six inches shorter than me, and I am far too strong for you. I'll have you pinned to the ground in less than five seconds, and if you keep struggling, I'll have to hurt you until you start screaming for mercy." I point out, and I can feel that bone breaking adrenaline building up in my body. I don't want to hurt Morgan, but I will if I have to.

"I'm stronger than you think, Justin." She declares, glaring at me with watery eyes and clenching her fists.

"Maybe, but you're not going to take me down." I state confidently, letting an arrogant smirk slide across my face.

To my slight surprise, Morgan lets out a angry yell that's almost like a battle cry, and leaps off the boat. She nearly lands on top of me, but I step to the side just in time. She whirls to face me, and tries slashing her knife across my face, but I jolt my head back as it slices through the air only an inch away from my eyes. She's playing dirty, so I guess I should too.

As she's retracting her arm, I catch it, and try to make her let go of the knife, but she kicks me hard in the stomach. I cough on impact and back up onto the shore, nearly falling over. She follows me off the dock, and goes to slash her knife across my throat. I lurch back again, and based on the pure fury blazing in her eyes, I realize she's actually trying to kill me. It wasn't just an empty threat, she genuinely wants to end my life.

"Morgan, stop!" I order, but she doesn't listen to me, it's as if she's completely lost her mind. "I don't want to hurt you." I can't get through to her though, she just keeps advancing on me no matter what I say.

It's not that I'm afraid of her, or that I think she's going to win. I'm actually afraid that I'm going to win. I have killed too many people I care about, and I do not want to add Morgan onto that list. I am aware that I am very capable of killing her, quite easily actually. I could snap her neck right here and now, but I don't want to do that. I will injure her if I have to, but there's no way in hell that I would ever purposely kill her. She is not going to be another DK.

I summon all the strength and energy I have, and grab onto her wrist as she tries to stab me. I latch my other hand onto her shoulder, and shove down. That makes her legs buckle, sending her down onto her knees. She tries to get up, but I push her down onto her back. Before she can lurch up at me, I crouch down on top of her, so I'm straddling her waist. I clamp my hands down onto both her wrists and force them above her head. She tries to stab me with her knife, but I finally manage to wrestle it out of her grasp and throw it to the side.

She squirms and writhes beneath me, but it is impossible for her to get out of my grasp. She is at my mercy now, and I am going to make her listen to me. "Morgan, stop struggling. It's over." I tell her in a commanding voice.

"Get off me!" She wails, starting to cry again.

I push away that uncomfortable feeling of being in this kind of position, where I have a girl trapped underneath me, and I can do whatever the hell I want to her. No. I'm not like that. I'm better than that. I'm only doing this to keep Morgan from hurting herself because she's trying to hurt me.

"You can't kill me!" I yell at her. "I can kill you though, really fucking easily."

"No! I'm not going to give in to you, Justin." She declares with a ragged voice.

"Yes, you are." I growl, transferring both of her wrists under one of my hands, and using my other hand to get my own pocket knife. I press it against her throat, and she stares at me with terrified eyes. "Say it." I order. "Say that I've won."

"No!" She cries, continuing to struggle.

"Say it!" I yell into her face, pressing the blade harder into her skin. I lean my head down to her neck, and add into her ear. "You lost, Morgan. You know you did. Admit it, and I'll show you mercy."

I'm half tempted to start kissing her neck, but right now is seriously not the time. It would also probably give off the wrong impression as to what my intentions are. So instead, I bring my head back up to face hers. She doesn't say anything at first, but I start to dig my nails into her arm, and she lets out a scream of pain. I realize a moment later that she's probably screaming because I have unintentionally embedded the blade into her skin, causing a small stream of blood to travel down her neck.

Apparently it works though, as she cries out. "Okay, okay! You win, Justin. Just let me go, please! D-don't hurt me anymore. Please, please please. I'll do whatever the hell you want, just stop, please!"

I pull the knife back, and loosen my grip on her wrists. I feel terrible for scaring her into submission like that, but it had to be done. The only other option was to kill her, but I could never bring myself to do that. I love her too much.

I gaze into her watery eyes, giving her a complex look that she could hopefully decode once she wakes up. "I'm sorry." Is the last thing I say to her, before I hit her hard over the head, making her unconscious. I look at her now peaceful face a moment longer, then say. "I will always love you." I lean forward, and kiss her forehead.

That is the last kiss I will ever give her, and the last time I will ever see her. Goodbye, Morgan. I will miss you.