There were two kinds of people: those who would kill for fun, and those who wouldn't kill at all. I would fall in the latter category, and for the longest time period, I thought Levi Russell was the same.
Although he wasn't- and he proved it insanely. He had come over once, holding flowers and presenting them to me gingerly. It wasn't his usual routine- at all.
"Here," he had said, shoving the flowers into my hands and muttering something incoherently.
"What? I can't hear you?" I stepped closer to him and sniffed the flowers, smiling.
He took a deep breath. "I'm part of a bike gang. You know, that one gang."
I wouldn't have broken up with him if he had just been in a bike gang. It wouldn't have mattered to me. Levi's gang, however, was the one and only The Angels of Death. He was the vice-president.
I'm pretty sure the flowers in my hands could have wilted in my hands from surprise, and I was extremely pissed. My life had been put in extreme danger for the entire last year, and he didn't even consider it.
I smiled maniacally, pulling the petals off of the stems slowly, and dropping them on to the floor. Levi watched, cringing. I shoved the bare stems back in his hands, steadying my hands on the door.
"Out," I had ordered.
"Estella, please I-"
"Out."
"I'm incredibly sorry, Estella. I'm so sorry for everything!"
"I'm incredibly sorry you were born- but we all make mistakes. Even the condom factory. Now, out."
I didn't need to tell him again, because the dropped the flowers onto my doormat, and walked away from the small building he had been accustomed to visit so often. I sighed, moved away from the door and flopping down on my couch.
He could go find someone else to play Truth or Death with, because I wasn't falling for him anymore. I had to move on.
Three weeks after our breakup, I returned (from work) to find my apartment completely shredded- the couch was slashed, the windows were shattered, and my laptop was gone. Those were only the beginning of a long war.
On my wall, five letters were planted with green, oozing ink that made the word almost impossible to read.
D. E. A. T. H.
Death.
I'm taking a risk and making another romance story. It won't all revolve around death, I promise. Although it does sound tempting..
Thanks for giving this story a shot!
~Rebecca
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The Ripper's Broken Heart
RomanceThere are two kinds of people: the dumper and the dumpee. In any case, Levi "Ripper" Russell was not expecting to be the dumpee, especially since Estella Floyd was his girlfriend. Estella starts a bucket list, encouraging herself that Levi wasn't wo...