Safe With Me |18+

I Owe You. 🌶️

I ran to the mansion my so-called mother lived in and I checked for security. It wasn't as tight as I imagined So I figured I could easily slip in.

I climbed over the fence and I rolled into the back. I spotted the camera looking toward my left and I smirked. Easy as fuck. I snuck in through the back and I planned it out.

It would be a simple pattern.

I broke the glass hoping to alert the assholes. I rolled in behind the kitchen counter and I waited. Patience was all I had. After so many months of being patient, it came easy to me.

I heard soft footsteps approaching and a shotgun cocked. I stifled a laugh. Alright, Mr. David. I get how much of a fucking pussy you are.

"Who's there?" He asked, approaching the kitchen.

I stayed still, waiting for him to round the counter. His soft footsteps never went unheard and I listened intently. He stood towards my left and I rolled into my right.

He approached me and I swept him off his feet (literally). He fell to the ground with a thud and I stood in front of him,catching the shotgun that flew off his hands. Lesson one, never let go of your weapon.

He stared at me and he gasped.

"No! Please! Don't kill me! I got loads of cash. Tell me the number, I'll give it all." I knew he couldn't see my face but I smirked underneath my mask. I cocked his shotgun and he stared at me in shock.

"No! I beg you!" I emptied the gun and threw the bullets outside, through the broken glass. I sighed and I threw the gun away.

I grabbed his leg and he stared at me, defeated. Do men have no idea how to defend themselves in terms of being so fucking shocked? Pathetic.

I kicked it hard and I heard it snap. He screamed out in agony and I grabbed his left arm.

"No! Please! I'm too young to die!" Oh for fuck's sake. I flicked out my knife and I carved a big line on his forearm, letting the blood spill out.

The satisfaction inside was intense and I knew I had to slow down. I pulled my knife away and I wiped it on his shirt. He laid on the floor, bleeding.

I heard footsteps upstairs and I looked at him. He shook his head, pleading. But I had other plans.

I slid over his counter and I ran upstairs. I kicked the door open and mom sat on the bed with a gun in her hand. "Stop, or I'll shoot." She threatened. I shrugged.

My mom was a pussy. And she could never ever dare. I walked towards her and she pulled the trigger, hitting the wall behind me. I smirked and shook my head.

"I called the police. I will tell them who you are."

And who am I? She knew I asked the question in my head.

"His old maid. Stop!"

His old maid? Jeez. This man is a terrible whore. I stood at the foot of the bed and she pointed the gun at me. I looked at the gun and I wanted to laugh, instead I tilted my head. I grabbed her legs and I pulled her to me.

She shrieked and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. I shook my head, almost feeling pity for her. She screamed, trying to get away from me.

I grabbed both her legs and I snapped them hard. She cried out in tears and I did the same thing to her as I did to poor David.

I ran downstairs and I pulled the alarm. I ran as fast as I could, hiding in the cameras' blind spots and reaching the woods.

I stared at my attire and I sighed. Blood everywhere. Fuck.