YOURS

5

He comes in through the window, he had his white button shirt with the top 3 buttons open.

"You did I nice job, we are getting there, now because you did a nice work I will answer one question"

"who is your father?"

"not a noble man, so you wouldn't know him, or at least not in a common way, not util he and his gang started stealing and killing high class people"

"but how-" he cuts me off before I can finish

"only one question. all you need to know is, your boyfriends killed my father and the worse part is that he wasn't the one they where looking for, now until tomorrow my lady, meet you at our cafeteria, ok?"

"what is this all about? what is the point, can you just leave me alone"

"if you are not there by 3, start counting your loses" he left just like that.

Who he think he is, I'm so mad I crumbled in  bed crying mad.

Next morning I wake up with swollen eyes. Mary put some cucumbers on them.

"Emi what happened last night?"

"oh Mary is been crazy, I got a psychopath running around and torturing me"

"really, should we kill him?"

"we cant, he can actually hurt us"

"oh that's bad, and what are you going to do?"

"I don't know" I take out the cucumbers out of my eyes "I guess play along, right?"

"and the boys?"

"fuck them, I wished I can make them pay for what they make me suffer"

"you should my lady, make them suffer, you know I got a cousin that owns a farm, he is not rich, but he can court you in fake, to make them suffer"

"thanks Mary, but I already got someone"

"really who?"

"the psycho"

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Sitting in the coffee shop just waiting for him, then I hear the door open, and saw him coming in with a matching brown pants and hat, the ones the paper boy wears, suspenders and a white shirt. he sits in front of me. On my side I'm wearing one of my favorite purple dresses, with white gloves with flowers on them.

"why are you wearing that?" he asks so dry

"what do you mean?"

"do you want to get assaulted in the street, you do know this is the poor side of town"

"well, in my defense almost all my closet looks like this"

"you do look nice"

"nice? that's all?"

he chuckles showing his dimples on his checks. "now suddenly you want my praise, what's going on?"

"I want to play the game, I want them to suffer, not kill them, just see them cry over me, beg for me"

"oh I see, you are turning to the real you"

"this is not the real me, I am just desperate and I did suffer a lot because of them, now why did you wanted to see me here?"

"nothing in particular, is just that our first date here went bad, so I just want to repeat and actually taste the good food"

I took a deep breath. "sounds good"