The Journalist

The Journalist (Chapter thirteen)

Chapter thirteen.

I waited for the knife to pierce my skin, I waited for the blood to pour out, I waited to have flash backs of my life. I waited...but nothing came.

I opened my eyes, Shontelle still had the knife in her hand. Approaching me, she grabbed my arm, her grip tightened on the knife. I knew squirming would only cause more pain.

I held my breath, the tip of the blade came into contact with my skin, the stinging sensation brought tears to my eyes and she began to write. I didn't dare look at what she was writing, I was too scared. All I could feel was the knife cutting through the layers of my skin, with each letter more and more blood oozed out, dripping down my arm.

I wanted to call out in pain, I wanted to let the tears fall...but I didn't. I didn't want to let her know she had beat me. I bit my tongue, tiny beads of sweat were forming on my forehead out of fear.

The blade slashed as she wrote,  she cursed me under her breath telling me I should be 'crying out in pain'. Telling me it's 'what I deserved'. In my brain I tried to fathom what I had done wrong, but nothing sprang my mind.

Eventually, she pulled away wiping the blade on the front of her jeans. The blood flowed and flowed, this time I managed to build up enough courage to look. She came over and wiped the remaining blood away from my wound. Her laugh echoed in the empty space around us, I gritted my teeth.

She had wrote 'LIAR' in capital letters half way up my arm leading down to my wrist. It wasn't very big, but the four letters glistened with my blood.  She stood back, admiring the tattoo that she'd done, like it was a work of art that she had sold for millions. I spat at her.

"Do you ever learn your lesson, Bliss?"

I didn't answer, instead I locked my eyes with hers.

"Now let me ask you, why have you been spending time with Drake."

This time I replied. "Because I love him."

She laughed again clutching her side. "You-you love him." She continued to laugh. "Oh Bliss, you do make me laugh."

She narrowed her eyes again and her face looked as if she had never smiled in her life.

"Tell me, why did you attempt to take Craig from me, when you were supposedly 'in love' with Drake." She cocked her head and raised her eyebrows.

"This is pathetic. Anyone would think you were a pre-schooler arguing over a Barbie doll. You're going to be married to one of the richest men in America, what's your problem?!"

"My problem? Oh Bliss,Bliss,Bliss. I thought it would of been obvious. My problem is you."

I didn't pass comment, there was no need, she had already continued to talk.

"You're like a leech, sucking the life out of every man you lay hands on, you're so selfish and everything that I have you want. I was secretly dating Drake Fox before you came along, but when you showed up he got wandering eyes and called it a day."

She paced back and forth shaking her head.

"Then, when Mr Alan asked for my Father's permission to marry his son, Craig, I thought that everything would be perfect. I could have what I want, the perfect life you see in movies, and then you appeared once again. Don't you get it, every time I have my life where it's meant to be, you turn up."

"Shontelle-"

"Don't even bother to say my name." She hissed.

I carried on. "I think you're lost." I swallowed. "Don't you get it? It's not me, it's you. You made Drake call it a day because you got obsessive about who he was going out with. Every time he'd have a picture taken with a crazed fan, you'd keep him more and more to yourself. He told me that himself. And then when you moved on you decided pushed Craig away. He knew what you were like, you got obsessive once again and he left, he didn't want you keeping him on a leash..." I trailed off.