Revenge Is Sweet

20 - Drapetimania

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

"I'm sorry!" I cry, running as fast as I possibly can out of the room. He's right behind me.

His arms reach out and grab me by my waist, tugging me away from the stairs before I can get there.

He throws me, sending me smashing into the wall behind us. My eyes are wide and rapidly going blurry as I kick away from him, scrambling to get up off the floor.

Somehow, he's quicker than I am.

He grabs my arm before I can even make it off the ground and shoves my back down. I gasp and try holding my hands up when he straddles my stomach.

"You're a killer." He accuses, his voice raspy and a little gurgled.

I stare up at his beaten face and squirm when blood from above drips on me. "I'm so sorry," I apologize profusely, shaking my head rapidly. I recoil when he leans in closer.

He shakes my shoulders. I repeat my apologies and beg him to stop. He doesn't.

I look to my right, eyebrows furrowing when I see a familiar pocketknife right beside my head. I don't question it.

Quickly, I reach for it and flip it open. "I'm so sorry!" I cry before slashing at him like someone told me to do.

"Fuck!" He shouts at me and I shoot up with a gasp. I'm still on guard, holding the knife out like I'm ready to stab him.

I blink at Toby.

He sits in the truck across from me, still in the driver's seat. He stares at me with furrowed brows and wide eyes, lips parted in a grimace.

My eyes drop to his arm, watching blood spill out between his fingers where he clutches his arm close to his chest. I look down slowly at the pocketknife I hold out to him.

I drop it on the seat and stare at him, horrified. "Jesus fuck," Toby whispers, looking down at his hand that wraps around his arm.

"Oh my god," I whisper. "Shit, are you all right? I'm so sorry." I shake my head rapidly, wondering why I just did that.

Toby huffs through his pain. "Goddam. You weren't lying about having nightmares." He tries to smile but fails. He turns away from me to shakily grip the doorhandle to throw it open.

"I'm so sorry." I weakly offer again. I quickly look around and start to realize we're at someone's house. The space is wide open and partially empty, mostly surrounded by grassy fields.

"Ah. Let's go," Toby cringes as he tosses his door closed. "I need to get the blood to stop." He adds, reminding himself.

I snatch the knife up, closing it before putting it back into my pocket. Quickly, I get out and hurry after Toby. "Really. I am so sorry, Toby." I insist. "Are you okay? Can I see?" I question, already reaching for him.

Toby takes a step back from me, looking at me like I'm a threat. I deflate a little. "It's fine." He mutters. His eyes drop to my pocket where the knife is. "Knock for me, will you?" He coaxes, nodding to the door.

Slowly, I lift my hand and gently knock. I look back at him and frown when he moves his hand just a little to check the damage. He gives his head a little shake and looks away from it.

The door flies open just a moment later, revealing this mountain of a man. My eyes immediately drop to the shotgun at his side.

He narrows his eyes at me. "This is private property." He declares. "You shouldn't be here."