regrets of a dead CEO

10 - Rage

GIDEON'S POV

"Get off HER!!" I scream vividly, my hands forming claws as I try to grab him on the shoulder and push him away, but my body falls through him smashing on the floor instead.

I scurry up, his dirty words enforcing me to snap his neck like a twig.

How dare he call her his 'good little girl'? How DARE he caress her soft skin as if she's his to touch? How dare HE call himself her daddy?!

I see red, his veins pumping through my vision as a reticle to aim my next strike as I launch myself like a grizzly bear pushing the figure of the bed.

His body stumbles, falling on the ground as I hold his throat in a vice grip, my nails crushing his windpipe as I see his horny eyes turn horrified. My hands glitch, falling through his body and then regaining their original position forcing me to use my full focus to enable myself to touch him.

My vision sharpens, the red cloth before my eyes enhancing my senses as I see Kevin's jugulars pound vigorously in his chubby neck as his eyes widen in horror. His hardened pathetic excuse for a cock ready to launch an attack against the helpless girl sleeping in her bed, immediately ceased his charge and called his troops back into the deepest hole within his trousers. The little snail curling back in his shell as if he just received a little slap on the head.

He's going to get more then just a little slap on the head. He will wish he was never born after I'm done.

"I told you I would kill you if you ever lay a hand on Hannah ever again." I whisper-yell near his face, making sure he sees the determination and hatred in my eyes.

Kevin, her foster father, a despicable excuse for a man.
Oh god, how I wish the man could see me.

Black smoke emerges from Kevin's frog-like body, his plump limps stomping in the air trying to push me off him, only to slam his fist into thin air.

I laugh manically, throwing my head in the back of my neck. I feel so powerful, invincible when I push my nails even deeper as blood is gushing out of Kevin's thick neck.

I hear him gurgling with fright and I imagine him choking in his own blood, spiking my adrenaline . My breathing fastens, the excitement of being able to control, decide between life and death without repercussion makes me feel like a God.

Kevin's bulging eyes start to turn, his body shutting down as it exudes its final convulsions as darkness seems to ascend from his body, encircling my hands and arms sticking to me like black henna. 

And I embrace every last drop of that sweet black tar.

"See you in Hell, Kevin." I grin as I watch the life fade from his beady little eyes, his legs squirming underneath like a frog trying to swim out of boiling water in a final attempt to safe his life.

A sob pushes me out of my tunnel vision, the sharp breathing and whaling sounds taking me back to the reason I'm here.

"Hannah."

She needs me, she needs me beside her, She needs my comfort after Kevin's foul act.

 I scramble up, clawing my way on top of her bed before I cup her drenched cheeks, my hands still bloody from the assault, but she doesn't even notice it, looking through me like I am a ghost. 

Her eyes are drowning in sorrow and distress as her chest is heaving rapidly with her soul wrapped in a haze, unable to comprehend what has happened.

"Hannah, baby, look at me. Look at me." I beg, lifting her chin to lock her troubled gaze into mine. Strong, determined, compassionate.