Battle of the Bands | T.K

33 "I'm gonna end you."

Lilith's point of view
In the garage I immediately saw my guitar.
I grabbed my guitar. A red Gibson SG standard.

"I've missed you so much." I mumble and take the guitar off of the shelf.

"Replacing me already?"

I turn around, with the worst gut feeling ever.

"Logan! Come outside please!" I scream.

"Don't call for Logan you bitch." He says and walks up to me, putting his hand over my mouth.

"Where's your lover? You slut."

I mumble in his hand. "Stupid whore, that's what you are."

"I wish I would've ended you on that tree."

"You're worthless Lilith. You're nothing."

He not only put his hand on my mouth, his other hand is chocking me.

"Now there's no Logan to protect you. Your lover isn't here to take you away from me."

"I'm gonna end you. Here and now."

I bring my knee up to his crotch. He lets me go and falls on his knees.

"Logan!" I scream.

I hold my throat and lean against the wall.

Ryan was about to come back up, when Logan appeared around the corner. "Lilith what happened?" He says and come running towards me. Then he sees him.

Logan bends over him and takes him up by his arms and holds them tightly.

"I told you to stay away." Logan grunts as Ryan tries to free himself.

"I live here." Ryan answers.

"Not anymore." I say and walk inside into his room. "Sam! Trash bags!" I yell to her and she throws a roll to me.

In Ryan's room, I take everything and put it in trash bags.

I open the window, that's facing the street, and throw them out.

One by one.

His closet is now empty. I open his drawers and do the same. With everything.

Even the things that could break if I throw them out.

I could hear Ryan yelling. But I couldn't care less.

After I throw the last trash bag out I close the window and lock his door from the outside.

"What did you do?" Sam asks me in the hallway.

"Something I should've done a long time ago."

We walk back downstairs to find Logan. Alone.

"You okay?" I ask Logan and look down at his bloody hands and nose.
"Yeah." He says. "Where's Ryan?"

"He- He um," he starts and brushes his hand against his nose, "He left. I don't know where he went."

"It's okay Logan." Sam says. "Yeah, don't blame yourself." I add.