you're mine

chapter 36

My heart starts beating faster as the shower curtain moves. Not from fear but from anger. The woman figure was clearly naked and it was not my girl. Which made me more angry than ever. It angered me more than Thomas' comments about me.  I didn't want to see another woman but seeing one naked was out of the question.

It pissed me off even more that any other woman thought I wanted to see them naked. In my opinion, that meant I was too nice. I didn't want to be nice. I want to hurt people and not give a shit what they think of me, but I know how I treat other people effects Emily's opinion on me. She is good with me at the moment, she defends me against people and she trusts me. I hated how we were before. I hated having her flinch every time I touched her hand or spoke; even in a soft tone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shout cruelly as soon as Olivia comes into view with me. I don't look at her naked body and I don't even have to fight the urge to. There is no urge.

"Don't be coy." She laughs in a way that makes me want to grab her by the throat and drown her under the running shower. "I know you want me;. Emily doesn't have to know." The irritating girl says to me, completely misunderstanding.

"Get out. Now." My tone is harsh.

"No. I know you wanted Thomas to leave so you can have me all to yourself." She takes a step closer to me and reaches out to grab my chest but before she can I grab her wrist and hold it tightly, almost snapping her radius bone. I can feel the bone against my palm with the force I squeeze at.

"Ah stop it! That hurts." Olivia grits her teeth in pain and looks up at me with pleading eyes which makes her look incredibly dumb.

"Good, it is meant to hurt. Now listen to me." I snap her arm back, causing her wrist to snap which makes her cry in pain. "I don't like you. I don't even want to be near you. And trust me, under any other circumstances, you would be dead by now. But I have my girl out there waiting to join me in this shower and she doesn't want me to kill you. She thinks of you as a friend."

"She is a slut, I only invited her here to get close to you."

There it was. My reason. This was my reason I needed to kill her. I wanted to kill her anyway, but I was going to spare her life. Not anymore.

My jaw clenches and I let go of her wrist. My hand flies up to her hair, grabbing it tightly. My fingernails sink into her fleshy scalp and my arm swiftly swings to the right, smashing her head against the tiled wall.

"Stop! Please stop! I am sorry I wont do it again." Olivia screams and begs for me to stop but I don't even hear her. I am too focused on the smashing sound of her skull against the tiles. I fight the urge to turn down the water pressure on the shower to hear the addicting sound of pain.

I do the same movement swinging my arm back and forth, cracking Olivia's head on the wall. After around ten times of doing it, a split on the scalp forms and grows bigger and deeper with each swing. Eventually, the cut is hardly visible due to the amount of blood rushing from her head. I soon realise the sound of her head splitting open has become louder and the action has become easier.

There is no screaming to muffle the cracking noise and there is no fighting to make my job harder. My breath becomes steadier as I slow down, stopping and removing my fingers from deep in her scalp dropping her body to the floor. Blood swirls around my feet then rushes down the plug hole.

The water still runs hot over my body. The lifeless body lays by my feet. It takes my focus I almost don't realise the other body next to me, an alive one. My head turns over to the left where Emily stands. Her eyes stay on me, not Olivia.

How do I explain this? What am I meant to say? I killed your friend who wasn't really your friend and thought you were a slut?

"Emily, let me explain."

I rush out of the shower and grab a navy towel, wrapping it around my wet waist.

"Don't." She speaks and walks out of the room. Shit. What have I done? She is going to go back to hating me, fearing me. I don't want that.  I want her to trust me and let herself be worry free around me. I want her to understand I wont hurt her again. I learnt my lesson with that.

I follow her out of the room and into the bedroom. Her expression is unreadable. I cant tell what she is thinking and that kills me. I want to know what she is thinking. I need to know.

"Please."

She stops by the bed and turns around, tears of fear and sadness pooling in her eyes. What happened?"

"She made a move on me."

"She did? And you killed her."

"Yes."

That isn't the whole truth, but I don't know if it would make it worse telling her Olivia insulting her is what sent me over the edge. It is what made me unable to hold back any longer. I needed to see her body dead.

"You're insane." Emily whispers, falling back against the bed.

"Baby, she deserved it." With a towel hung low against my hips, I walk over to her and sit on the bed. "You know I do all of this for you, right?"

"I... I know." She frowns in confusion, I can't hear her thoughts but I can take a good guess at what inside her head looks like right now.

Emily leans over and wraps her arms around me, wiping her tears on my chest.

What just happened? I just killed her friend and she forgives me. How can she act like that? How can she just hug me after I killed someone, possibly right in front of her. If I wasn't so concentrated on ending the life of another girl, I would have known exactly when she entered the room, but I don't. That is something that should concern her. How can it not concern her?