I Gave Him Fentanyl - 🔞A Dark Romance Thriller

17. Blood-Out, Blood-In

I GAZE DOWN at my palm, stained with Mister White Rabbit's blood. Then... both of my hands shake.

"Do you like how it decorates you?" I glance at him with a horrified, yet curious look. "...my blood that is."

I could tell with his tone that he's devilishly smiling behind his ugly mask.

He's still sitting on the floor whilst bleeding. His arms are chained on the wall, limiting his movements, but he remains as cocky as ever, even though there's a small knife sticking out from the side of his abdomen. It's such a painful sight, as every time he breathes, blood pours out and further stains his already dirty shirt.

Disgusted, and possibly in panic too, I scamper away toward the door.

"Yes, that's right... LEAVE ME HE-"

I slam the door close behind me once I got out. I close my eyes as I steady my breathing and the rapid beating of my heart. I try to lessen the adrenaline I got from my sudden burst of anger. I have that fits sometimes that are hard to control. But this is my first time purposely attacking someone with an intent to-

BUZZZ

I check my phone from my purse.

'Where the fuck are ya?'

I quickly type then send my reply.

'coming.'

🎀

My elbow-high gloves hide away the prints of violence I was exposed to earlier. I tried to wash off his blood that sprayed on my hand, but it seeped into my fingernails, decorating them with flakes of red. It's also to cover my bandaged wrist that is stitched up because of his deadly kiss which torn off a piece of my flesh.

The velvet royal blue gloves embrace my arms, giving me warmth, giving me comfort, giving me a facade to rely on after all these bittersweet mishaps. They stay on as I drive, making me forget the ugly truths beneath it, even if it's just temporary.

The park is quite and empty when I pull over by the sidewalk. It's dark, so I leave the headlights glowing. With it, I notice a parked pick-up truck just a few steps ahead of me. There's no plate number. But I'd know that pick-up truck anywhere.

"You're almost an hour late." The chemist says as soon as I meet her at the playground. She's sitting on one of those swings. "I thought you stood me up."

"Me?" I point at myself unbelievably then chuckle. "Never!"

"Liar." She stands up and slowly approaches me, staring at me intently with those emerald gems on her tanned and freckled face. Her irises look like the sun kissed a lake, making it glint with green enchantment, while her brunette waves hang loosely on her back. She's intimidating. I know that. But I'm too focused on how gorgeous she is. "But I don't really mind. Here-" She hands me a brown envelope.

I pull out an invitation card. It's for the party of the Laferines, down in Deverson Abbey.

"Laferines? They sound familiar." I point out.

"Yeah. They own the Eastside."

I shake my head with an amused chuckle. "Of course they are."

I pull out something else from the envelope. It's a picture of a tan skinned handsome man with brown locks, wearing a sharp suit. It's taken while he was walking toward his black limousine from a casino.

"Who is this?"

The chemist lights up a cigarette. "Your target."

"Okay? But I need a name at least and a context..."