𝐼𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡

Chapter 20: A New Veronica

Okay thankfully we had enough sense to put out the fire. Committing arson was not something we wanted to add to our list.

As I grab the pitcher of water that's on the bar, I quickly dump it on the already charring tablecloth. The fire disperses only leaving a now blackened fabric behind.

I'm still sorry Heather for all the damage but at least your house wasn't burned to the ground....

I set the pitcher down and wipe some blood from my lip. My dress which was once a stunning period piece was now battered and torn with blood stains and stains from drinks that we spilled while we fought. My hair was now tussled and the pearls Heather had carefully placed in my curled updo were undone and hanging on for dear life or on the ground as the updo started to fall.

"Please, can we just end this?! There is no point in all this fighting!" My breaths interrupt my sentence a bit but I get it out before the room turns silent.

We stare at each other. Blood and bruises appearing on our faces and body and where our clothes couldn't take it anymore and ripped.

"You can't appreciate all I've done for you Veronica! If you can't appreciate that, your just like the rest of them!"

Was he wanting to kill me?

"If you want to kill me than just do it! But just know, they are going to know it's you. There's no hiding this one Jd, no slick way out! No forged note to be accounted for!"

"You think I won't do it?"

I give him a shrug as I carefully back away towards the confection table. If I could get there before he decided to attack and finish me off, I could grab the giant cake cutting knife and....

And stab him.

God, it feels wrong to think that way towards the one you once thought was the one.

That's the way it has to be though.

He shakes his head at my shrug and a smug smile appears on his face. I take more steps to the table, walking backwards as to keep my eyes on him.

I finally arrive, his careful eye on me. I know he is clever enough to figure out what I'm going to do. I need the perfect moment.

"Looks like you backed yourself into a table, great move. I thought you were smarter than that."

If only he knew what I was really thinking.

My eyebrows form a scowl and my eyes display pure hatred but also exhaustion. I want this to end.

I look back for a second to make sure I know where the knife is for sure and just like I was thinking, he comes toward me, taking out his pocket knife from his suit pocket.

Holy shit he seriously brought that with him? Was he planning to kill another?

He brings the knife close to my neck.

"I loved you Veronica, why couldn't you just love me the same? It wouldn't have to end like this."

My breathing picks up and I feel tears forming in my eyes. Not because of his words but because of the pure fear coming from the cold sharp metal that has ended so many peoples life now being inches away from my neck about to be added to count. I need to be precise or Heather will have to see my corpse slumped over in her own house.

I have to use the fight that's left in me. I have to use all of it because I can't let Heather see that.

"I did love you Jd, I truly did. But this isn't true lasting love Jd. I mean look at us. True love wouldn't end up with one lover holding a knife to the others throat."