My Lover

My Lover by Kayla Jean-Baptiste

     "Liam? Where are you?" I look around, searching for him. "Baby. Please call out!" I looked around the house. I checked the living room. Nothing. The kitchen. Nothing
       I would call his phone but I have it with me. "Liam, stop playing games. Come out!" Suddenly, I could hear footsteps upstairs. "Liam? Come on. Baby?" I walk up the stairs, checking the lounge, but he wasn't there.
      "Baby, stop. I'm not kidding anymore. Come out." I continue searching the house. I check the bathroom. Nothing. However, I could hear the footsteps get louder. I stood still, trying to listen in to another pair of steps. But they stopped. "Babe, come out. I'm not joking anymore." I repeat. I check the guest bedroom. Nothing. I make my way towards the main bedroom and check under the bed. Nope.
      "Heh." I chuckle. I could hear his breathing in the closet. "Liam!" I opened it slightly to see the fear in his eyes. "Hi."
       "Please, Asami! I didn't do anything wrong!" The fear in his eyes excited me in so many different ways. I raised my knife and he backed up. "Asami! Th-think about this!"
        I always had this rush for fear. I love seeing people fear me. I love being in control of someone's fate. Hah! He is begging for his life. There is no way for him to escape. I could just kill him right now, but what's the fun in that?
        "Get up." I smiled. He stood up like the good,  obedient boy he should be. I pass him his phone and smirk. "Make your last call, love."
         He began tearing up. He dialed a number. He was smart enough not to call 911. "Hello? Mom?" Aw, how adorable. He called his mommy before he'd be brutally murdered. Cute. "Mom, I love you, you know that right?" he sobbed quietly. I am amused. How weird the human race is. How unique we are. "I love you too. B-bye." He choked over his words, making me laugh. "Good boy. Give me the phone." He passed me the phone and begged for mercy. "Asami, please! I won't say anything I promise! I'm begging you!"
     I giggled at his weak attempt. "Get on your knees, Liam." I said, looking at my pretty, shiny knife. A shame it has to get dirty. Just like a dog, he listened. I tilted the knife to his throat. "Bye, bye."
      I slit his throat and that beautiful rich red blood came out all over. I giggles as it spattered all over me.  Now how will I hide the body? Oh, well, I'll figure that out later. But for now, I'll just watch his blood flee his body. The red floods the room.

     So pretty.