Déjà Vu

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Warning: Blood & Abuse

This moment felt so surreal, standing beside Dexter, who was clearly seething. His anger was radiating off of him like a second layer of skin; I could feel it.

What made him so scary is that he didn't shout or yell, as you would expect a person to. Strangely, he was quiet, fuming on the inside, and it made this situation feel all the more terrifying.

Not many people would have been able to read the fear in Marcus's eyes, but I knew him. He was frightened to his core, but he reined it in.

"Yes, I'll tell you everything that you want to know. Just let her go, please." Marcus begs, glancing over at Adrianna.

A woman who had been so confident only minutes ago now descended into a whimpering bitch. Something I saw a lot of in this type of world.

Things always changed in a blink of an eye; people wore masks, revealing their true weakness underneath. It made me wonder what was underneath Dexter's mask.

Was it the person he was with Sasha, or whenever I happened to grace his bed?

Or was it this person in front of me?

Dexter stood stagnant, with a rather bored expression on his face, making no moves to grant his request.

"Are you seriously going to hurt a woman?" Marcus tried again, obviously disgusted by him.

My gaze traveled over to Dexter's, wanting to know the answer as well, but something deep down inside told me that I already did.

Not even a second ago, he was ready to toss Adrianna into a car with highly toxic chemicals that could kill any person within seconds.

Perhaps it was the ignorant part of me that continued to say that he was only bluffing.

Dexter sneered, giving a half-suppressed laugh, as if Marcus was foolish to even ask such a rhetorical question. With a cock of his gun, he positioned it deliberately in the direction of Adrianna's head.

I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the sounds as she screamed, beginning to sob and struggle once again.

Don't act so surprised.

"Eli, shut her the fuck up." Dexter demanded.

Her cries annoyed him, but they only made me want to sink deeper into despair. Eli tightened his hold around her neck until the point that she couldn't muster a peep but was still able to breathe.

"You know, I would've expected you to have done some research on just who you're fucking with."

"Because it's one thing that's clear, very fucking clear, is that your little ringmaster hasn't informed you on how the fuck I get down around here." Dexter said.

"It's the twenty-first century, Marcus. I don't discriminate. We're all equal, correct?"

"That means that she can equally get a fat bullet in her head with yours to match if you don't start telling me what I want to know." He threatened plainly.

"This is who you cheated on me for?" Marcus motioned over to me in revulsion. The words to retaliate found me quicker than I expected.

"You even dare to patronize me, you self-righteous piece of shit. Our whole relationship was fake." I spoke through my teeth.

"Angel." Dexter turned this time to warn me, and before I realized it, I flinched away from him as a natural reaction.

Something he noticed right away, and under all that darkness that I saw in his eyes, I could register a flash of hurt crossing them.