his dreams || j.b.

six

She was laying in the large bed, the sheets wrapped around her bare body. Her eyes were open, fixed on the window that let in light directly across from the bed.

Relaxation took her over and she was tempted to fall back asleep. As she rolled onto her side she sat a small paper sitting on the bedside table. Writing was scribbled across it in red.

"Hi babygirl. I'll be back tonight.

-J"

A small smile spread across her lips. She remembered last night. Justin had made her feel like the only girl in the world. Like she was his and he was hers. It was a feeling she never thought she would have.

She also never thought she would be in his cabin, completely secluded from the outside world. If anyone other than him even knew about the cabin she was laying in, she would be surprised.

After drifting off to sleep for a few more hours, she was woken up again by rain pounding down on the windows. It was storming outside, something she didn't know would happen. It was dark out, too.

Deciding to get up, she pulled one of his large t-shirts on over her head. It was like a dress on her, one that ended mid thigh. She looked at the time. 8 pm. Justin would be back soon, which hopefully meant a continuation of the night before.

She had dinner made for the both of them soon enough, a simple pasta meal. He liked pasta, didn't he?

Looking to the windows again, she could see that it was still storming in the dark night, but a flash of lightning would illuminate the forest and sky every now and then.

The cabin was simple. It had two bedrooms, a large master bathroom, and an open living room and kitchen. She liked it here, and never wanted to leave even though there was no internet or cell service.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when the door flung open, hitting the wall behind it.

Justin stepped in, his hood pulled over his head to try and shield him from the storm. With a large sigh he shut the door and pulled his hoodie over his head, discarding it in a wet pile on the floor next to his feet and leaving his torso bare.

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "Hey." He nodded to her, his eyes scanning over her body. She looked good in his shirt.

"Hey, Justin," she smiled, watching him. She slowly walked over to him, running a finger down his chest lightly. "I made dinner," she said with a bite of her lip.

That lip bite was enough to drive him crazy. He smiled, kissing the top of her head. "You go ahead and sit down. I gotta change." With that, he walked back into the bedroom and threw on a new, dry outfit. His wet hair stood up on it's ends.

He slowly sat down on the bed, rubbing the back of his neck for a brief second. He was slowly loosing his composure. She had lied. She was a cheating, lying, slut. A whore.

He reached into the bedside table, slowly pulling out the knife he'd grown to love. It had been there with him through everything. It never lied, it never took advantage of him, and it never cheated.

She was sitting at the counter near their plates when he walked in, stopping behind her and staring daggers into her back. The backstabbing bitch.

Feeling his eyes, she turned to face him, seeing so many emotions painted on his face. She could see sadness through the tears in his eyes. Anger through the way his eyes bore into hers. Madness through the way he was shaking almost violently. She sucked in a breath, but his voice rang out.

"Shut up." He spat, holding his knife out. "Don't-"

"Justin!" She was suddenly shaking now, too. "Justin what's-

"I said don't talk!" He screamed, taking several steps closer until he had backed her into the wall. "I know what you did." He held the shining blade of the knife against her neck. "I know everything."

Fear filled her as tears started to slip from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Justin please." She was begging. Begging for her life.

"You know how they all use me!" He was screaming right into her face. He was crying too, barely able to hold the knife steady against her throat. "You're just like them all. You took advantage of me." He sucked in a sharp breath. "I trusted you!"

"It wasn't like that Justin... Nobody even knows about us and-"

"I didn't fucking say you could speak, you cunt!" He pulled the knife back, driving it into her side. She let out a piercing scream, but it didn't matter. They were many miles from any civilization. He was the only one who knew about this cabin.

"You cheated me. You lied to me and you... I hate you." He pulled the knife out.

The phone call fueled his fire.

"But even though I hate you, I'll still be nice. Because even though you were a backstabbing bitch to me, I won't ever put you through as much pain as you have put me through." He hissed lowly, slowly meeting her eyes for the first time.

"Please.. Justin-" she was cut off as his knife plunged deep into her heart, rendering her dead in a matter of seconds.

He pulled the knife out of her body, his eyes flicking from her and the pool of blood growing around her to the blade which was dripping the thick crimson liquid.

"By the way, bitch," he growled, looking back at the counter and the plates sitting there. "I fucking hate pasta."