Closer to Hope

Chapter 20

UNKNOWN P.O.V

I knocked on their door. This bitch is going to get whats coming to her. Taking what is mine, I love him, I mean we only spent one night together. But you know what, I am his biggest fan the one who cares more about him, NOT the bitch inside.

No answer.

I knocked again. Three more times louder than before.

They better fucking answer.

Chris P.o.v

I had a feeling who that was, I met her at a party before I was with Dasha. I remember very little, but I do remember telling this chick how much I "loved her." This was really bad, she kept stalking me and left me alone for  a little while until she messaged me months later. I thought she was gone. That she finally found another rock star to be so obsessed with. Oh my Satan this can not be good.

I got up and walked slowly to the door. I didn't want to deal with what was on the other side.

I slowly turned the door knob, the door opening.

She looked up at me, she was wearing an extremely short lime green skirt and black fish net stockings. Her hot pink pumps, did not go with her outfit one bit. She looked like a cheap hooker, I mean that is kind of what she was, except she didn't sell herself.

"I knew you would open this door, now where is your little bitch at?" She snarled.

"You better not take one step inside this house. And the love of my life is no where in your reach, so you better just leave now." I demanded, and then I heard footsteps behind me, and a small cough. I turned around and saw my angel standing behind me looking pissed.

"Alright bitch, you better leave Chris, and myself alone before, i take all that cosmetic surgery gone wrong off with the bottom of my foot. I will curb stomp your fucking ass. I know you hate me, I am not the stupid little bitch you think I am. I am better than your cheap ass in any way possible." Dasha said quiet and under control.

" I don't even know your fucking name. Now leave, before we alert the higher authorities. And honey they are not the ones you think of. I mean they aren't really any one in particular. Just the love of my life, who could kill you in one swing" I said through clenched teeth.

"My name is, Clar......." The whore tried to say before Dasha took her shirt and through to the ground like a rag doll.

"Now leave, and don't you fucking dare come back, or you will regret it you abomination of a lot lizard." Dasha said sweetly, however that could be said sweetly.

Whats her bucket picked up her fake Prada purse, and pulled herself off the ground. And literally ran to her beat up mini van.

Dasha P.O.V

"The fuck was that about baby?" I asked Chris, laughing. I haven't felt that powerful in awhile. But can't get to addicted to that.

"Oh love, just some stupid whore I met at a party, whom I told I loved and did not even sleep with.  She got obsessed with me and started stalking me. But after that beautiful performance of hers. I think she won't be back anytime soon. That was wonderful. You are so, so perfect. Now lets go inside and watch The Silence of the Lambs." Chris said smiling.

I smiled back and pulled him inside, singing, "It puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again," on repeat.