I drag the body down the stairs. Graces head thuds on the floor. The noise echoes throughout the building. I toss the body in the fireplace of Graces office. I sit and laugh while watching her burn.
I leave the building, in desperate need of a shower. I hide my hands in the sleeves of my sweater, to conceal the blood. I get in my car, drive through the soft sunset to the motel. I shower and rinse all the blood off my body. The red water stains the shower floor. I dress in my PJ's and drift to sleep.
When I wake, I realise what I have done. Fuck my life. What have I done, I went and killed a bitch just 'cos. I'm a fucking psychotic axe-murderer. I feel like shit. But also like a boss bitch. To be honest, it did feel great. I loved the thrill and the aftermath. Watching her burn felt like she was a rotisserie chicken on Christmas, and her death was my present. I feel proud. I feel great. I feel like I can actually accomplish my mission. That mission was the whole reason why I'm where am now. I need to kill Kyle.
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Bourbon and Smoke - Book #1
RomanceI post my chapters when I finish working on them, I am for 3 new free chapters each week! Though it could more chapters. Brooke meets Kyle. They hook-up. He leaves without a trace. 5 years later Brooke still thinks of him, that night and how he made...
