Desirable justice

Hands dirty

Rosaline POV:

As I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror I clench onto the sink trying to contain my breathing.
With every shallow breath I take I can feel her hands over me.
I'd fucked her after everything.

I slam my fist into the mirror watching as it cracks under my fist, and tiny splinters of glass cling to my knuckles , wincing I remove my hand ignoring the stinging.

As the regret and realisation that I just fucked the girl I should want to kill dawns on me what is even more frustrating then that is that even now in this moment I want her.

I want to feel her again.

Minutes before we'd fucked she told me to my face how the police and probably everyone else will conclude that I've abducted her not even my family will be able to get me out of this mess. In someways it's my own fault for being so naive, I know I've always acted solely on my feelings and those feelings I had for Alice led me into doing some crazy stuff. The funniest part is whilst I was killing to test her she was watching me the entire time, she knew how to play me.

I need to figure out where I am and get the hell out of here.
I want revenge but she's always one step ahead so being in her presence is dangerous for me. Opening the bathroom door I hesitate slightly but with a deep breath, I walk back into the bedroom. Alice is sat on the bed her face unreadable staring down at her hands the silence is definitely tense.

" I'd like to know where I am? Actually I'll rephrase that tell me where I am." I take a couple more steps towards the bed making sure I'm at a safe distance from her.

She keeps her eyes focused on her hands.
Did she hear me?

" Alice I'm leaving!" I shout. I nearly loose my composure , whatever she's thinking right now whatever she's plotting isn't going to work on me.

She tilts her head up crossing her arms as her brown eyes bore into me.

" I don't want you to leave." She says her voice flat and without any hint of emotion.

I nearly begin laughing.
What the hell is her endgame?

" Don't play with me. We fucked. It was good and now I'm leaving. I'll probably be locked up so you don't need to worry about me coming after you, even though I'd like to." I let out a sigh. " If you don't tell me where we even are I'll just leave and figure it out myself"

She gets up from the bed in one swift motion. I instinctively back away knowing that if she wanted me complacent she could make that happen. I know even though I hate this manipulative women, she can get me under her spell as easily as she wants.

" Have you seen the news Rosaline?"

What? Why would I have seen the news, what game is she playing with me now.

" When I told you how they wouldn't let this go public I was wrong. Every news outlet is talking about how you've kidnapped me and how you killed a police officer. Of course me and you know she was not a police officer and we both are aware of the truth." She picks up the TV remote switching it on and pointing her fingerto the TV, my heart sinks as a a picture of me is on the screen. " You really thinks it's a good idea leaving on your own? Everyone knows your face, do you know what happens even in London to people who kill police officers?"

She turns the TV of throwing the remote to the floor aggressively, heading towards me her eyes dark and devious. I can't believe I never saw the Alice Kennedy that I'm seeing now, I don't know how it wasn't obvious all along.

She's always been trouble.

I just remain frozen, there's not many times in my life where I haven't had a plan. Where I haven't been completely aware of what the heck is happening or even on what to do.