Her Vice

(27): Fucked My Way Up To The Top.

Pacing back and forth through the empty living room as I felt my heart beat to the dial tone,"Hello?" He responded in a groggily voice. I licked over my lips and squeezed my eyes tightly. Invisioning his body hovered over mine, gripping my forearms until I was bruising and crying out for mercy. "Hello?" He asked more impatient this time. I hung up quickly and let out a scream that hurt my throat. Taking a deep sigh before redialing the number,"IF YOU CALL MY FUCKING PHONE AGAIN I SWEAR ILL BUST A CA-"

"It's me, Lance." I rushed through a short pant. Silence filled the phone and I bit into my lip until blood stained my teeth.

"Trinity?" He asked with confusion before his deep voice boomed into laughter. "Hm, I knew it wouldn't be long until you came running back to me." He cockily chuckled. My stomach swirled and I felt the vomit rising.

"I called because I'm in town."
"Believe me I know. You've been the talk of the town." I ignored his statement.
"I was wondering if we could set something up. So I can see you, I miss you daddy." I licked over my bloody lips and let out a shaky sigh.
"Is that right? Well ya know I'm willing to ease ya pain, what's ya new address?"
"I'll text it to you and the rest of the details. Maybe we can work something out tonight, okay?"
"I'd like that shawty." He smirked before I hung up. This is something I seriously prayed I could pull myself out of if it went wrong.

Once the night approached me I nervously shook on the barstool with a cigarette dangling from my mouth and searching for a lighter,"Where the hell I put it?"

"Ya need this," lifting quickly from the ground and seeing Lance standing there with a lighter in hand.
"How'd you?"
"Back door." I glanced at the crack patio door. I retrieved the lighter from him and adjusted my silk robe from draping off my shoulder.
"When you start smoking?"
"Same day I started stressing," I blew smoke in his face receiving a deep chuckle and nod.
"What's ya fridge offering?" He sat at the island.
"Cocaine and Henny, the wine is mine." I cut my eyes up at him as I left the fridge doors open.
"Not much of an appetite?" I ignored him and kept taking drags from the cigarette feeling like a line or three wouldn't hurt anybody.
"Takeout, cool?"
"Knock yourself out," I shoved him a few menus.

His warm breath fanned on my exposed neck before slamming me back into him,"Somebody not happy to see daddy?" He intertwined his fingers with mine and took my cigarette. Breaking it in half and grinding it between his fingers.
"Was that necessary?"
"You tell me," he nipped at the back of my neck making me sigh deeply. "Now ease up, walking around here stiff as a white broad." He pinched my nipple piercing before pulling away. I could just tell it was going to be a long night.

He was full and agitating, talking my ear off about how he's spent his time since I've been gone. I've taken two lines and I still felt like I was too sober, practically gulping down Henny did nothing to numb the feelings or the sick feeling I got around him. Every time I glanced down at his hands I imagined them beating me senseless. I swear if the man wasn't so damn mad he'd be quite attractive. That's exactly what intrigued me to him the first place, not even just the physical beauty the mental beauty. He had a mind that couldn't be discovered anywhere else. Just some charm about him that made his physical more attractive but the anger fucked it all up.

Sunlight beamed on me and I jumped from my sleep, panting loudly as my silk robe clung to my body. The night came out as a blur to my recognition, I glanced beside me to see Lance fast asleep in his boxers. Looking down at the ground finding two used condoms, palming my forehead and groaning. I knew I had to move quick from this moment. "You need to go through with it, Trin." I whispered to myself as I moved my hand under my bed until my fingers grazed against the blade. Gripping it tightly in my hand and throwing my legs over his torso. He groaned and moved his erection directly to me. Moaning softly on instinct and waking him up with slight grinding, "Nice way to wake." He smirked with squinted eyes and I plunged the knife into his chest. Repeatedly doing so until my body was covered in his blood, my heart pounding as I backed off of him quickly. Screaming to myself as I rolled off of him and rushed to the bathroom, flinging the blood soaked robe off and balling it into the trash before standing under the shower head. Scrubbing at my filthy skin, falling down the tile wall and balling my eyes out.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice barked.
"Lance, I have to go home." I adjusted my bag on my shoulder before he roughly yanked it down. "Why are you even being childish right now? I've got to go."
"I'm being childish," he slapped me against the face and I clenched my jaw trying to hold the tears in. "You cheating? Who the fuck is Rakim?"
"What are you talking about?" I blew air out as I grabbed my bag that he kicked out of my hand.
"Fucking answer me dammit!" He yelled over me, slamming me into the wall.
"Your hurting me," I whimpered.
"I don't give a fuck!" He threw me to the ground before stomping on my ribs.

"It's what you had to do," I whispered to myself as I pushed my wet hair out of my face. Standing up and watching the blood go down the drain as I patted my body dry. Stepping out of the bathroom to find his lifeless body still on the bed, as I put my undergarments on. Watching him as if he'd jump out of his death and bring me with him. Sliding down the wall across from him and lighting a cigarette as I glanced over his bloody body,"You're the reason I'm like this now, bastard" I sniffled and rubbed under my nose. "I've hurt many years. Just a mess, letting every man walk through me and treat me like shit. Because I thought it was right! I really did! But it's not, you were never shit. I just wish I knew sooner." I huffed and took a long drag. "You were never shit," I bit into my cigarette as I fumbled around to stuff my bag and throw on a grey sweatsuit. My wet hair dripping in my face. Getting the gasoline and throwing it all over the bed and his body, reaching his lighter on the ground. "I hope ya rot in hell bitch!" I flung the lighter on him before exiting the house.

Lance in multimedia.