Don't Go, We Love You

Victoria's POV

I sit on the couch across from him, pulling my knees up to my chest as a form of comfort. I bury my face in my legs, crying gently. I can feel his stare; it’s making me uncomfortable, though I know it’s a stare full of worry. The rooms quiet, a very uncomfortable kind of quiet, the kind of quiet that I hate with a passion because it allows Them to speak to me.

“Victoria...” He says gently.  More tears escape my eyes from hearing my love’s voice. I slowly show my eyes, hating that I’m allowing him to see them filled with tears. I look at him, my heart breaking from how he’s looking at me. His face shows no emotion, but his eyes give what he’s feeling away. He’s worried, upset… afraid. I sob quietly making me more vulnerable to Them.

‘Aww, he’s so cute when he’s upset. Let’s go give him a hug.’ Lexi says with a giggle.

‘Ew, let’s not. God only knows how long it’s been since he’s showered’ Ashley sneers.

“SHUT UP!!” I scream, grabbing my head. His eyes widen, horrified, not understanding what was happening as usual.

“Victoria, are you okay?” He asks worried. Laughing erupted in my head. I could feel one of Them trying to take over my mind. He got up off the couch and knelt in front of me, looking me straight in the eye. I could feel myself losing consciousness.

“Go…” I whispered before everything turned black.

 

Evelyn's POV

“Victoria…?” He asks his voice cracking as if he is about to start crying.

“Victoria, are you okay?” I mimic. “Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, Victoria. Don’t you love me Zeke? Or am I just the other woman?” I say, laughing hysterically.  He stares at me blankly, as if he doesn’t remember who I am. My heart sinks. How can he not remember me?

“You don’t remember who I am, do you?” I ask, hurt showing in my voice. He slowly stands up and looks at me as if I’m crazy.

“What are you talking about, you're Victoria.” He says, backing away from me.

“Baby, I’m Evelyn, remember me?” I ask, getting up and walking towards him.

“No you’re not! You’re Victoria! Evelyn doesn’t exist and I only love Victoria!!” He screams at me, venom coating his voice. I can feel something crack inside me. I stare at him, feeling something take over.

“Oh, is that so?” I say, walking towards a nearby lamp. “So, all those times we spent together… All those things we did together… They mean nothing to you?” I look over at him with a look of boredom.

“I’ve only done things with Victoria, not you or anyone else that may also be in there.” I causally take off the shade to the lamp, pick up the lamp, and forcefully pull the plug out of the wall.

“Fine, if that’s the case… if I can’t have you… if you don’t belong to me… then…” I smash the tip of the light on the wall, watching as parts of glass fall to the ground and the others stay pointed on the light. I stare at him, my eyes filled with a lust that only death can subside.

“I guess none of these bitches can have you.” I laugh, running towards him with the lamp ready to use. I try to stab him, but he dodges my attack and pushes me on the couch, the lamp falling out of my hand. I hear his footsteps running away from me.

I laugh and yell “A real man would fight for his life, not shove the killer on the couch barely hurting them and run away.” I stand up, fixing myself. I look around for the lamp and see it the light shattered on the ground.

“Aww, you broke my toy!” I whine as if I’m Lexi. I walk into the kitchen, looking around for the drawer that has the knives.

“Zeke, you can’t hide from me in this small ass house you and Victoria choose to live in.” I yell, while opening drawers. After about two minutes of searching I find the knife drawer and pick up the biggest knife there is and close the drawer.

“Zeke! Where are you!” I say, walking out of the kitchen with the knife in hand. I hear a door open and run towards the noise. When I get there I see Zeke standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“You’re so stupid! Why the hell would you leave a room and disclose where you are to the killer?!” I scream at him, stabbing the wall with the knife as I walk towards him.

“I don’t know why I ever thought that I loved you. You’re weak, pathetic… and not that great at doing other things if you know what I mean.” I say disgusted. I pull the knife out of the wall and run towards him again, the knife in a position that would let me easily kill him. He opens the door behind him and goes in the room, the knife hitting the door. I stand there, dumbfounded at what just happened. I can feel a laugh forming inside me. I laugh hysterically, leaning up against the door to try to hold myself up.

“Zeke, I can’t believe you just did that.” I say in between laughs. “You’re so pathetic!” I scream, stabbing the door continuously. “Let me in!! You don’t deserve to live you pathetic man whore!” I start kicking the door. I try turning the handle to get in, anything that would allow me to end his miserable life. Tears start to escape my eyes. I fall on the ground sobbing.

“Why don’t you love me like you love Victoria!!??” I yell, hitting my hands on the floor over and over again.

‘I can’t feel my hands anymore…’ I thought as my consciousness faded.

Victoria's POV 

I was on the floor.

‘How did I get here?’ I thought. I couldn’t feel my hands; my eyes were wet, tears rolling down my face. I sat up and looked at my surroundings. Knife marks were on the wall, a knife was jabbed into a bedroom door, and marks were on the door possibly from someone kicking it.

“Zeke…” I say my voice cracking and hoarse. Zeke slowly opened the door, looking at me as if trying to see who I was. I looked at him pitifully and he ran towards me holding me in a tight embrace. I could feel him crying; feel his body shake from how hard he was crying, feel his tears wet my shirt.

“Sweetheart… what the hell did I do?” I ask confused as hell.