Between Two Hearts

bottles

*MAJOR TW*

gore, swearing, abuse, and GORE

*bowies pov*

blood dripping from her tan neck, her eyes rolled back, skin cold flash through my head. i blink, trying to get rid of these images. i put the car in neutral and sit and think for a moment. i look around my car, a knife in the seat next to me. poison next to that, and an ax next to that (not to mention countless other weapons including but not limited to; a gun, switchblade, rope, crowbar, and a hammer). now of course i wont be bringing all of these with me, I'm experienced for gods sake. i need a knife and possibly a gun. the rest will be for later, when the real fun begins.

i take out my keys and put them in my back pocket, getting out of my car I'm hit by the cold, crisp, December air. i walk towards the door, knocking just to make sure. rory isnt home, thank god for that. shes coming home later tonight. something about visiting family, i don't really care. 

no one answers so i jiggle the doorknob, its open. dumbasses. i walk in and look around me quickly, i see rory's father passed out of the couch. empty beer bottles surrounding him. i chuckle, he stirs.

"well, well! funny seein you here." he startles awake. "oh, oopsie. did i scare the big guy." i smile.

"what- who are you?" 

"ah, see. you would know if you payed any attention to your daughter or your own fucking life." he blinks. i walk close to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him close.  "i am going to make your life, a living, fucking hell." i whisper. "well worse than it already is." i chuckle, he suddenly spits on my cheek. startled by this unexpected turn of events, i slowly move my hand to wipe off his saliva. some drips into my mouth, gross right. i chuckle again, not the first time I've had Robinson spit in me. i snap out of it, i have a job to do here. fun later, remember? 

"you're gonna fucking regret that." i reach in my pocket and pull out my knife, grabbing his hand in one quick move. i take his thumb, and slice it off slowly. he screams in pain. now i remember why i love doing this. 

"sorry.. paper cut?" he groans in pains, blood leaking quickly from his thumb, I'd say i have 5 minutes before he falls off the stupid fucking lazy boy, 1 hour till he passes out from losing blood. 

"why- are you doing this." i stare into his cold eyes, flashing with pain and agony. 

"because you hurt, someone i love." he crunches his eyebrows, thinking. 

"are- rory." 

"ah, we've got a smart one here haven't we!" i hold out my hand for him to grab. i pull him off the chair, he lands roughly on the ground. trying to push himself up with his hand, he groans in pain.

"please. i'll change, i wont drink anymore, i'll be better to her. to rory. i will." i quiver my lip mockingly, bending down closer to his face.

"its too late for that bud." i stand back up, slowly walking away. thinking of my next move. i turn around and kick him in his stomach. he groans. i decide ill wait a bit until he loses a teeny bit more blood. its just his thumb so he won't be affected much. but he sure is acting like a pussy. 

i go sit on the couch, waiting for 10 or 15 minutes. i hear the floorboard creak, i turn around and get a punch to the face. my nose immediately starts to bleed, it got dislocated. i chuckle.

"okay tough guy, you wanna have some fun? lets have some fun then." i reach up to my nose and in one move i swiftly pop it back into place. i take my knife and walk up to him, he doesn't back up or anything. finally, a challenge. he looks around for anything he can use, while he turns his head i slit his shoulder. he screams and blood literally starts pouring down his arm. i cough, the smell of smoke and beer almost suffocating me.

i cough into my elbow, turning way. he pushes me on the floor, my back hitting the glass coffee table, completely shattering it. shards fly everywhere, one into my lower back, i inhale quickly. turning around to pull it out, its about 3 or 4 inches long and hella sharp. i examine it for a moment then resume. 

i stand up and throw the shard directly at him, it fucking misses. of course. and hits the wall behind him, perfectly sticking. he charges at me, punching me again. i can literally hear the impact of his fist to my jaw. i spit out a tooth. now I'm really fucking angry. i tackle him on the lazy boy. grabbing a beer bottle from the floor and breaking it on the side of a table next to the chair. i go behind him, pinning him down with my elbow and holding the sharp edges of the old bottle to his neck. inching it closer by the second, i know he hasn't passed out yet, hasn't even nearly been an hour. probably 30-35 minutes, but my body is literally fucking aching to kill.

i  hold the bottle so close to his neck i can hear it scraping his stubble beard, i feel my soul leave my body when i suddenly hear a noise of something being dropped and shattered. and the gasp of a horrified teenage girl. i drop the bottle of the ground, not even listening to hear if it shattered or not. i let go of him and stand up straight. my vision fixating on the girl with tan skin and cherry red hair, eyes wide and teary mascara running down her ghostly face.

"rory." she blinks, her once beautiful blue eyes now black and scared.

"what is this." i couldn't tell her, so now she found out the hard way. please god i do not want to hurt her.

"i did this to protect you rory, so we can be together. he wont hurt you anymore, not while I'm here." i walk closer to her. "please rory, i love you. he never loved you but i did. just let me do this and we can be together." i walk closer, probably 2 feet away. she backs up, hitting a table. knocking off a flower vase, and it shattering. she screams, startled. 

trying to focus on her, i feel the vibrations of the floor boards moving. i pull my gun out of my pocket and fire a clear shot to his head. Rory goes silent. her father hits the ground, i walk over and load the glock, shooting him again in his chest, and once again in his head. a tear runs down my face, covering the ultimate relief and joy of his death. i turn around and face her. her mouth is slightly open, her eyebrows relaxed, and her skin pale. 

"I-I'm so sorry baby. i did this for you. please Rory. its all okay now." she mumbles something.

"what?" her eyes somehow grow even darker, her eyebrows scrunch together.

"you fucking prick."