REVENGE.

heartbreak

"I don't love you anymore!" Her voice rang throughout the small, clean kitchen we had been arguing in for minutes on end. My eyes widened with shock and my mouth opened slightly agape.

"What?" I started but stopped to swallow nervously. She couldn't be serious right? She was just in the moment, right? "What do you mean?" I spoke barely above a quiet whisper, as my eyes rushed around the tiled floor. She held the same angry eyes she spoke with before. "You... you don't mean that, right?" I looked at her and then the ground when I didn't receive a response.

"It's true." She spoke in one swift moment looking at me without a care for my feelings. My world seemed to crumble around me, all those times where I overthought wasn't really me overthinking, it was a feeling I should've acted upon. "I'm in love another man." She seemed to be looking down at me with merciless eyes.

I could've sworn I had pinched myself multiple times, this cant be real... it must be a nightmare, I'm going to wake up beside her and we'll be okay, right? I look at her with desperate eyes.

"You can't be serious, Sam... we've been dating for years!" I raised my voice with nothing but pure desperation. "I was going to propose to you..." I whispered to myself, but she heard.

"Well sell the ring, we're no longer together, Ryan." She crossed her arms, not a single tear in her eyes not a single emotion on display. So, this was really it, huh? I should be crying. But all I feel right now is shocked and delusional. "I'm leaving. I'll be getting my stuff tomorrow. Be a sweetheart and leave the apartment tomorrow between 10am and 3pm." She turned her back on me with little to no emotion displayed on her face. "And don't call me Sam. We are nothing more than strangers now." She hissed.

"Who is it?" I asked, my voice cracking as I felt my throat tighten with anxiety.

"What?" She spoke, her voice filled with pure disgust towards me.

"Who do you love now?" I raised my voice slightly. I looked at my feet with shame at the thought that I couldn't love her enough and that's what drove her away. Or maybe I loved her too much and she got sick of me? Maybe I was boring.

"You don't want to know." She kept her back turned from me but remained still.

She was right. I didn't want to know... but I needed to. I wouldn't be able to live without knowing who she left me for. I so desperately wanted to be this mystery man.

"Samantha, please." I reached for her shoulder, turning her around. My eyes watered lightly as my brain finally processed the situation, I was in. She shrugged me off and faced me, her face dark.

"It's your brother, Michael. We began seeing each other after your mother passed." She cleared her throat roughly and my whole chest felt compacted now. My mother died two years ago... she turned around again, and everything seemed to slow down.

I was feeling every kind of grief possible. Anger, relief, sadness and shock. Another part of me felt an urge... my eyes lay upon a kitchen knife in its rack. She cheated on me. With my own brother. After my mother died! She's unforgivable. Impure even. She expected me to jump back from this. I can't. my eyes reached the knife again, she deserves punishment. I reach for the knife and slowly unsheathe it from the rack. Tick.

I was like a ticking bomb, and she was the detonator. Tick. I reached for her shoulder and slowly turned her, my fingers gripping her skin roughly, bound to leave bruises. Tick.

"Hey Sam." I spoke with a calm voice, as I gripped her shoulder tighter. I was no longer mad. Tick. Just out for revenge.

"Ow, Ryan that hurts!" She tried to pull away from me, but my grip never ceased and just became tighter.

"Turn around Samantha." I whispered sinisterly into her ear. "Turn around and face me, whore!" I yelled louder and more laughed slightly. Tick.

"You're scaring me!" She tried to wriggle out of my grasp only to be turned around fully. She held a look of fear upon her pretty little face. BEEP. And... BEEP. For a moment... BEEP. I almost felt sorry for what I was going to do. "Rya—!"

"SHUT UP!" I yelled as I plunged the knife into her stomach. She screamed upon contact with my knife. "DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME BITCH?! SHUT UP!" I yelled over her piercing screams.

One isn't enough, I thought as I took the knife from her stomach and brought it down into her chest as hard as I could. She screamed quieter this time but only momentarily as her bloodcurdling cries for help came to an end and she only gasped for breath.

Ventilating, she reached her hand and gripped my face weakly to which I let her hold me one last time, even if it were this way.

Once again, out came the knife and back in it went, this time into the space between her collarbones. I could see the blood escaping her body and I could hear everything that happened with every stab. Her skin separating, her blood spurting out, it had a satisfying ring to it.

Again, out came the knife and using both hands I brought the knife down into her neck. As I brought the knife out, blood spurted over my body as I practically bathed in the glory of her own deep colored juice. I dropped the knife beside me and whatever overcame me only screamed for me to rip and tear. And so, I did. Taking my hands and opening the gaping squirting stab wound with my fingers.

My brother was next. Watch out Michael.