WICKED GAMES

Part 1

In that intense moment, my heart pounds with adrenaline as I dash toward the woods. I've done some crazy things for him, even taken a life. Now, I've got to shake off this blood, gotta clean up. The woods ahead hold mystery, and who knows what's coming next? My phone won't stop buzzing with his name. It's kind of funny, realizing what I did was crazy but needed. She kissed him, and I couldn't help wondering what she had that I didn't. Confidence, maybe?

I feel lost, and not ready for this. Thoughts of what I did keep popping up in my mind. The tangy taste of her blood lingers in my mouth as I walk away from the scene, realizing I'm in too deep.

On the 15th ring of my phone, I begin to walk, aware that I'm now far gone. With a sigh, I take out my phone, wiping the blood from the screen onto my now-stained blue polo jacket.

"Fuck, Maliyah! I've been calling you for the past 20 minutes. What the hell happened?" Omair's voice screams through the phone. A faint smile crosses my face. I want him, I need him right now. I want him to lick her blood from my face to know what I would do for him. I want him to call out my name while her dead fucking body is cut up in pieces on the floor.

  I want him to degrade me, making me feel little as he comes inside me.

"Baby," the only syllable I could manage amidst the chaos enveloping me. His concerned tone cut through the tension, demanding an explanation I was not ready to provide. "I'm so sorry," I stammered, the words escaping my lips like an involuntary confession. Desperately trying to hold back tears, I felt the intoxicating high that had accompanied my escape slowly dissipate. The harsh reality of what I had just done began to settle in, casting a heavy shadow over the tumultuous emotions within me.
"Did you hear what happened?" he questioned, a faint sigh escaping through the phone. As I prepared to explain the gruesome act I committed for him, my lips clamped shut involuntarily. He couldn't know it was me; yet, the weight of guilt loomed heavy. I was the last person with her, and a chilling realization settled in – the truth could unravel at any moment.

"Lelai fucking died! Where are you? I need you right now."

He needs me right now. Knowing I know he's been fucking her right under my nose. He sneaks around, under the illusion that I don't have eyes everywhere. I've witnessed the same moments, observed the way he kisses her, and how he moans her name in her ear. It's a mirror image of how he does it to me, a painful revelation unfolding before my eyes. Of course, I don't deny it. I agreed and hang up the phone. I'm not sure how I'm going to get all of this blood off me. It's dark and the moon is starting to set in what feels like years, I start to see the gas station light illuminating. I'm not too far from where I left her body. I'm like 5 minutes away by walking to Omari. I shouldn't go, I know. Part of me wanted to show up with her blood over me, a twisted desire for him to see the consequence of his actions mirrored in my stained hands. But as I trudge closer, each step heavier than the last, a shroud of fear envelops me. What if he already knows? What if my arrival only seals my fate further?

The darkness of the night seems to conspire against me, casting sinister shadows that dance with every whisper of the wind. Yet, despite the fear, a small sense of defiance flickers within me. I refuse to let fear dictate my every move. I know it seems disgusting, but there's a lake not far from here. It would be a detour on my way to Omari's house, but I can't bear the thought of him seeing me like this. I want to preserve the facade, to remain the innocent girl he always perceives, the clueless virgin as I once was when he laid his eyes on me...

With determination fueled by desperation, I walk off the path toward the lake. The moonlight dances on the water's surface, casting an ethereal glow that momentarily distracts me from the grim reality I face. I take off my jacket followed by my pants, then shirt. It turns me on that I can't see through the woods past me, anyone could be looking at my body. Stepping into the cool embrace of the water, I feel a sense of cleansing, as if the weight of my sins is washed away with each ripple. A car rides past and a smirk quickly appears on my face, hoping they will stop.