Her limp body is laid the bathtub. I knocked her out with one punch, what a weak-ass. I plug in the hair-straightener and turn on the power. With one toss the electricity seized her body, she begins to shake. Suddenly, she stops. Ding-Dong! The bitch is dead. I exit the house before Kyle finds me and the body, if he's even here. I get in the car for the thousandth time this week, and drive slowly to the beach.
I relax for the rest of the morning, then drive to the break-for-cake café. I walk in and surprisingly not kicked out. I order my chai latte and wait patiently. When it arrives I pick up the cup and take a sip. When I put down the cup I see red. Blood everywhere. Dripping from the ceiling, from the eyes of the waitress. I was in a living nightmare. I look down and notice I had a giant butchers knife plunged deep into my chest. I had to scream. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I notice everyone looking at me, the vision of maroon had disappeared and looked like a crazy person. I clutch my mug tight and gurgle the rest down. I think of Kyle. The way he made me gurgle. Fuck Kyle, he doesn't deserve me. He doesn't deserve anyone. I have a feeling he is next. I drive the car back to the motel. I'm going to sleep until tomorrow I feel tired. Besides I need to sleep everything off.
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Bourbon and Smoke - Book #1
Lãng mạnI 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...
