30) True Evil

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He was asleep. After another hour of us talking, and me pretending everything was normal, he turned over and went to bed.

Right after he did, I left. I already know exactly where he’s hiding. I also know that he wants me to go after him.

I’m falling for bait.

If it means protecting Aris, I’m okay with that.

Armed with my hidden knives, I walked out to the very edge of the Safe Haven. As expected, a dark figure was leaning against the canyon, a lit cigarette hanging from their mouth.

“You have all the audacity, don't you?”I deadpanned, crossing my arms over my chest as I walked up to him.

“No clue what you're talking about, tiger.”

“I have a name.”

“So you do. It's poet apparently.”

“You need to stop. Aris hasn't done anything to you. He doesn't even know you exist.”

“Is that meant to stop me from giving him a little scare?”

That statement was just laughable. Or course Cain would assume he was this big bad guy to everyone in the world.

“You didn't scare him, you fuckwad. You made him think you were someone who he should try to help in case something was wrong.”

Huffing, he stomped out his cigarette, leaving us in almost complete darkness. Even so, I could feel his hateful glare and spiteful eyes.

“You and I never had anything. I know you're a party whore who's used to random hookups, but I was never one of them for a reason. I hate your guts. I hate every last piece of you so why the hell do you think I would want you? Even if you were less you, even if you could feel remorse, even if you cared about others, even if you wanted to be more than brute strength, I would still feel nauseated just knowing you exist. You want nothing for yourself in life. Even when I was bad, even when I am, I have always wanted to be more. It's difficult, but I try my best. I never wanted to be a killer. I was forced into it. Now I want to be someone worth being around. And you? You try and get people killed just because I actually care about them. And he cares about me. Not the lustful, delusional way you did. He likes who I am. He notices things about me. He listens when I tell him something, no matter how ridiculous it may seem. And you like the image of me you made. You like seeing me as a challenge instead of a person. So yeah. I'll protect him from anything that tries to hurt him. And you? I would leave you to drown.”

Taking a breath at the end of my speech, I kept my sharp gaze. Not one word was a lie. I’ve seen evil before. I’ve even killed it.

And yet there was evil standing right in front of me, his face twisted in anger despite the dark.

“Stop getting involved with my life. Stop doing what you're doing to Aris. Stop hanging around where you aren't wanted,”I demanded, spinning on my heel and starting to walk away.

“Do you know what everyone calls you?!”

“I don't care.”

“They call you his grumpy black cat girl. Everyone always calls you his,”He answered anyone, his voice cracking. Already having seen him use the ‘I’m just looking out for you’ trick to get his one night stands, I rolled my eyes.

“I mean it. I’m not lying.”

“And I don't care.”

“You don't care that people call you his?”

“No. I don't.”

“If I called you mine, you would kick me in the dick.”

“If someone called me yours, you would feed into it. And Aris, he tries to correct them, doesn't he?”I asked, turning to face him. Even though I already knew the answer, I really wanted the difference to sink in.

“You're gonna be mine, Y/N. It doesn't matter how. One day, you're going to belong to me. He won't even be in the picture.”

“Stay away from Aris. If you hurt him, I’ll lose my main motivation to be better. And if I do, you're screwed in every way possible,”I warned, keeping my footsteps calm so he wouldn't know the blood had drained from my face at his words. Him forcing me to be his, is a fate far worse than death.

“It doesn't matter how.”

The implications of that make my stomach churn. It makes my skin burn with an itching hatred.

I don't doubt he’s telling the truth about people calling me Aris’s girl though.

And somehow, some part of me doesn't hate that.

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