𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 ~ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

~ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 ~

While Tatum and Stu were busy sucking face, Billy and the blonde continued to argue while Randy slowly slinked away from the garage. She was exceptionally angry at Billy for getting her into this debacle, she was exceptionally angry because she wasn't dancing at the moment. She grabbed Billy and pulled him out of the garage, outside the house. The air was cool, chilly, a shiver ran down her spine but she ignored it willingly. There was no moon up in the sky, no luminescence. The trees and the bushes rustled around as a cold breeze blew through, she was on high alert, you never know who might be lurking around in these parts. She turned around and continued to take in the atmosphere, he stood by her, not knowing what to say exactly.

"I'm not happy about this", she said in a calm and calculating tone.

"Darling, what would you like me to do about it?" He mocked.

Her head swiveled to the side, she stared at him with the most intense predatory eyes he had ever seen. She remained quiet but her eyes spoke in volumes. "It's Stu's mess". She sighed. "But it doesn't matter, we're all involved now, especially you. You're in way too deep", she added ominously.

He gave her a critical eye. "You've been saying things lately, tell me the truth", he softened his tone a bit. "What do you know?"

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips as she continued to examine the area. "Everything", she whispered.

"What do you mean 'everything'?"

"I'm not an idiot", she began. "And you're not very subtle", she remarked.

"How much do you know?" He urged her to clarify.

"Like I said, everything".

He inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it was necessary", she ran a finger across the dull fence. "It wouldn't have changed a thing".

He looked at her more closely now, looked at her features, her body language, her facial expression. She might've been lying, she was exceptionally good at deceiving others but a twisted part of him wanted to believe her, he wanted to believe that she did not care about all the atrocities that he had committed, he wanted to believe that she didn't mind the fact that he was twisted, he wanted to believe that she actually might care about him. She always had this air about her as if she didn't need anyone, not really, she could function just fine by her lonesome, but he also got the feeling that she liked being around people to lessen her boredom. She was cold, cruel and calculating and she rarely showed it, she was exceptionally great at wearing a mask most of the time, he wondered if she even remotely took it off for him.

"Do you love me?" It slipped out, but he really needed to know. It would change everything, if she really wanted to be with him.

He heard her chuckle in the darkness. "Don't ask things I don't have the answers to", she said sadly.

"Then who has the answers?"

She turned around and looked at him closely. "I can't tell if I love you or not but what I can tell you is this, I do want to be with you. Being with you is easy, I don't have to pretend to be anyone else", she placed a hand on his cheek. "Maybe I do love you, I just can't tell, but I would do anything for you", she placed a slow kiss on his lips.

"I do love you", he whispered back against her lips.

"How can you be so sure?" She countered.

He ran a finger down her cheek and sent a chill through her spine. "Because being with you is easy, you know me, you look at me and you see me, you're not trying to turn me into somebody else". He lowered his volume. "Make me less of a monster", he whispered.