Me and my boyfriend have been together for about two years now, and it sure as hell doesn't get any easier. Especially after I decided to move in with him to his apartment.
"You always do this, why can't you just lay off for a minute?"
"You were kissing another girl, how the hell do you except me to react," I shoot back.
"You're overreacting, nothing even happened,"
"You've been getting close with your ex for the last three weeks, Erik, and you want me to be ok with that?"
"I honestly don't see what the problem is. She's just a good friend," Erik shrugs. It's hard to hold back tears in moments like these.
"I know that's not how either of you feel about each other and I can prove-" he cuts me off with a swift punch to the eye. I stumble back clutching my face in my hands. If I wasn't crying before, I am now. Erik catches me before I fall to the ground, regret consuming his face.
"I- I'm sorry Ami I, I didn't mean to. It just happened. I promise you nothing is happening between me an- and Brooke. I-I'm..." He stutters his words before trailing off at the end.
For what seems like hours, we sit there, clutched in each others arms, me crying, him apologizing. Over, and over, and over, until I believe him again. The cycle repeats, always.
The next morning I wake up with a raging black eye. Erik left early for work, so I'm left in his apartment alone. I can't stand the quiet for long, so by eleven a.m. I've left the apartment complex and driven downtown in the car I "borrowed" from my parents before moving out.
Downtown is beautiful by September, decorated in all of the fallen autumn leaves. The oncoming October wind is blowing through the streets, announcing it's arrival in a few days. October has always been my favorite month. Not only is it my birthday, but Halloween. Although I still look forward to the season, it hasn't been the same since the first Halloween Massacre, an event the whole world knows about. The first time it happened was three years ago, and somehow the killer still hasn't been caught. There's something about the mysterious murderer that intrigues me, though I can't exactly place what, and no matter how deep I research, I can never find any information. Whoever is behind it sure is good at hiding their tracks.
Every September 29, like today, there's an autumn market downtown. It's usually just small businesses attempting to make bank with their homemade crafts, but it's still fun to stroll around. Surprisingly enough, I bought a miniature ghost keychain and some burgundy nail polish to get into the Halloween spirit.
Without looking where I'm going, I suddenly bump into a hard figure. They turn around, and I'm stunned by what I see before me. The way the high September sun glints in their eyes, Erik could never.
YOU ARE READING
The Halloween Massacre
RomanceAmira Brown struggles to get away from her abusive boyfriend, especially after she stupidly moves in with him, until she meets Warren Kreed, a 6'2" hot brunette with more secrets than she can count. To make matters worse, it's October, which means...
