Addicted to You

Only The Beginning

'You know you really look like shit today.' he shouts as I begin to leave.

'That's fine, I don't wake up in the morning to impress you.' I shout back. I keep walking and stop as I hear footsteps behind me. 

'What do you want?' I groan when I see Alex standing before me.

He grabs my shoulders and throws me down the concrete stairs. I wheeze and scream profanities, why do all my boyfriends have to be dicks? I sigh and stand up, I turn to him and open my mouth.

'Alex we're done, never talk to me again.'  

I turn and walk away, my watch reads 11:48 pm, shit, my curfew is twelve. I don't run until I know I'm out of his sight, I don't want to seem like I'm desperate to get away. The alley I used to take shortcuts in is my only hope right now, sticking to the busy streets usually takes twenty minutes. 

I used to go this way all the time, but my parents told me to stick to the busy streets after a little boy was found dead in an alley not too far out of town. That must have been years ago, I was a little kid. I walk down the alley and try to avoid the rain, I quickly jump the fence between this alley and the next one behind the laundromat. Nobody uses that place, hell even the old ladies that run it are barely there, they say I'm their most frequent customer and I go there once every month only if I need to. Most times when I visit I find a note saying something like "Gone to lunch" or "Be back in thirty, no trouble making" they don't bother to lock the place when they leave, it might get robbed, but then again, if someone were to rob a store and laundromat wouldn't be the first place they'd go.

Someone runs in front of me and stops. 

'Hey what's a fine chick like you doing out here this late?' He asks, grinning.

'I don't have time for this.' I say checking my watch, 11:50. I have ten minutes. 

'Please I'm going to be late.' I ask, now I'm getting annoyed. He puts his arm up against the wall, blocking my way out.

'Late for what babe?' 

'That's none of your business, let me through or I'm calling the cops.' I threaten.

'You wouldn't do that to me would you honey?' 

'Stop calling me pet names I don't know you.'

His grin drops, with a similar action to the incident with Alex earlier he throws me onto the ground.

'I call you what I want.' he grunts.

Without thinking I throw my leg up, kicking him in the balls. He yells and gets down over the top of me, his fist collides with my face, I yelp and a tear drips down my face.

'Honey I would have stabbed you but that can wait, we haven't had any fun yet.' he smiles again, and I realize the seriousness of the situation. I scream for help but he just punches me. Tears fall down my face, I need to find a way out or I'm going to be- I can't finish that thought. I wiggle as he struggles to unzip my jeans, hopefully getting me some more time to think, his fists come down on my chest, winding me. 

'Bitch stop!' he slaps me. I stop moving and stay still and quiet. My jeans are at my knees, and he's struggling with his own in the dark, I need to hurry. He throws his pants to the side of me, and holds me down, every part of me wants to scream for help but he'll probably kill me, he's going to kill me anyway he said so "Honey I would have stabbed you but that can wait, we haven't had any fun yet"

Stabbed, he has a knife, I look to my side and see a little silver thing poke out of his pocket. His hand pulls my head back to face him.

'I want you to look at me while I do this.' he says with an evil smile. I cry and slowly move my hand to the side, reaching into his pocket, I grab a small metal thing, when he closes his eyes I look quickly to the side and confirm it's the blade. 

'Okay, let's start.' he says. He barely moves as I remove my arm from his grip and push the knife into his neck as hard as I can, I stab again and again and again. Blood pours out and he drops on top of me, I use all of my strength to throw him off of me,  I press my fingers to his wrist, I can't find a pulse, I rip off my gloves and try again, I still can't find it, I try the good side of his neck, he's dead. 

I'm a murderer.