Love Me (BWWM)

Chapter Four

I placed the cold heavy watch in Gio's rough palm.

"Be fucking glad you're pretty because I really wanna break your face right now." Gio said and I took a step back and away from him with a coy smile.

"Forgive me?" I asked looking up at him through my lashes.

"Whatever." He says and then opens the car door and gets in.

He turns on his car and I tap his window.

He rolls down the window.
"Do you have any more molly?"

"You gotta be shitting me right now."

I stare at him with big innocent eyes until he rolls his neck, his neck tattoos illuminated by the sunlight peeking in the wind shield.

He takes out an envelope from his glove compartment and a pen.
He scribbles something on the envelope.

"Come here when you're ready to pay."

I wave goodbye sweetly before entering the house.

I let out a breath of air, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was lightheaded.

I almost pat myself on the back for not falling apart out there.

"What's wrong?" Everrett asked me from on top of the staircase. It's the first thing he's said to me in over 4 years.

I wish he hadn't spoken at all because the visceral hatred that coursed through me at just the sound of his voice hadn't gone anywhere.

I walked up the stairs slowly and watched him stagger backwards, afraid.
I walked past him and could almost feel the relief he was feeling now that I was gone.

When I was a child the only person I got along with was my grandfather.
I think that was because he was like me, his brain must've worked the way mine did.

My grandfather was hated, he was feared and he was envied.
He was a cruel, selfish man who took and took until there was nothing left to take and he was goddamn beautiful for it.

He practiced witchcraft, not even because he believed it would work, who knows what his motivations were. He just knew if it was common knowledge that he tangled with demons, he'd be feared.

He wasn't necessarily kind to me, he could barely stand me- he hated that I was a girl and didn't see any use in giving birth to girls.
We got along because I too was vicious.

We were meant to be rulers of this world, not to be ruled by it,
And we'd both stop at nothing until the world is returned to its rightful place underneath us.

At least that's what he told me.
My grandfather had this theory about people like me and him.
He says his father told him he'd been adopted from the stars.

Maybe he meant it metaphorically but I always believed him.

I laid on my bed and opened my phone for the first time that day.

My father called me 5 times last night.
I didn't even notice.

I opened my email, and sighed when I saw urgent mail from my psychiatrist and then one from the institute's administrator.

Greetings Ms, Efe

It has come to our attention that the requirements for your release are unaccounted for. With that being said, we have come to the conclusion that you have failed the reevaluation for prolonged release submitted by your primary psychiatrist Dr. Jennifer Huggins.
We will be sending Dr. Ricardo Flynn alongside your case worker to complete the retransition interview on Monday, March 20.
If you have any questions or concerns you can reach us at (1) 800-678-3248 .