Mad For (completed)

Epilogue : Tessa

Noah's parents didn't allow me to speak at his funeral.

Out of all the people there, I was the one who really knew him. None of his family members knew he loved art.

So when Mr. and Mrs. Phillips found his art studio in the attic, they were very angry. Angry at Noah for not telling them.

I cried the entire time during his funeral, silent tears. I hated Mark for doing this.

The first week without Noah was terrible. I didn't eat anything, staying in bed, watching romantic movies and stopping them at the worst parts. Noah is gone, and this is all Mark's fault. 

So now I am here, in New York, tracking him down. The police closed the search on him, so I had to take matters into my own hands.

I followed him. Yes, I was able to track him down. He was staying in my parents condo here.

It's midnight. Go time.

I sneak into the place, having my own key. Mark was watching tv. I saw that he was drinking a beer, a new one.

Mark got up and shut the door to the bathroom. Now.

I walked over to the table and put a drug on his beer, also adding acid that would burn him from the inside out. He deserved this, I need this.

He opened the door and I quickly hid behind a couch, my rubber boots squeaking a little. He didn't notice.

Mark chugged down the beer. I stood up, revealing myself.

He smirked. "Tessa, I'm glad you came here."

I smiled. "I realized it was my fault that Noah's dead, I should have just slept with you." I looked down, making sure that he would believe me.

He laughed, a disgusting laugh that made me wanna stab him with a knife. "Well, maybe you should repay me, in his honor." He said, lust in his eyes.

Slowly, I took of my leather jacket, revealing me just in a tank-top and in short-shorts. Mark gazed at my chest, and I wanted to slap him. But I kept going.

He picked up what I was doing, his eyes wide. "Fuck, you got hot."

I giggled, trying not to throw up. I made due to keep my gloves on when I walked over to him.

Mark started to undress, taking off his shirt, he lost weight. I ran my fingers over his stomach making him moan. He tackled me to the floor, catching me by surprise.

He started kissing me, his tongue a slobbery mess. I wanted to gag. I kept going, wanting to see the life run out of his eyes.

I fake a moan, and he smirked. He took off my shirt and shorts, making me flinch.

He took off his pants. And I realized I got up too early. I would have to let him have sex with me. The original plan was he would knock out faster, but it will probably take a while until the acid sets in. Dammit.

I would have to stall. But how, I'm not sure.

When he took out his little Mark, I stopped him. "Get a condom." That will help, I hope.

He smile at me, squeezing my boobs, I wanted to slap him. But I didn't. He got up.

I let out a gasp, making myself not cry. When he came back, he had a condom in hand.

"How about," he asked,"you give me a blowjob. Hadn't had on in years because of being on the run." His black eyes smiled at me.

I gulped, glad he wasn't going to have sex with me, but I was gonna do that? I nodded.

Then, he fell to the floor, gagging. I smiled at him, tears in my eyes. I slowly got dressed, watching him suffer.

I walked over to him in my boots. "This was for Noah."

And then, I left.