cuddling the devil ≫ clifford

three

"michael!" kiera shouted, thrashing her tightened fists into michael's strong back, as he felt his grip tighten around her back. "put me down!"

"quiet, baby girl," michael cooed, bringing a finger to his lips. "don't cause a ruckus."

"no!" kiera screamed, her throat becoming sore from how violent she was projecting. "i don't want to go home with you!"

michael giggled as he unlocked his car with the keys and opened the passenger door. he sat kiera inside, as she continued to thrash herself around like a fish out of water.

"darling, it'll be perfectly fi-" michael started before he was interrupted by kiera's blood curdling screams.

"-someone! please! anyone! someone please help me! he's taking me to-"

"shut the fuck up," michael shouted, cupping her lips harshly with his hand. "can you not take an order? do you not know what 'be quiet' means? you'll regret the next word you speak, kiera!"

kiera's eyes narrowed deep into michael's breathing heavily as he buckled her in and took his dirty hands off her bloody lips. kiera gritted her teeth before raising her hand to slap michael's cheek as hard as she possibly could.

michael was stunned, not able to comprehend what just happened before he unbuckled kiera's seatbelt, picked her thin body up and threw her onto the concrete. he heard bones snap and kiera's screams intensify. blood trickled down her face, as her eyes fell shut and her pulse dropping to nothing.

michael fell out of his trance, realizing what he had done to his beloved kiera. he looked around, his breathing becoming heavy and prevailed.

"i'm sorry, baby. it was an accident," he whispered, scooping kiera up and placing her back in the car. "i'll make it up to you. let's just go home and forget this ever happened."

-

michael recalled his thoughts, anger replacing blood as his breathing escalated. he looked at kiera's body from across of him. he hated being reminded of what he did to her. he needed a way to be able to see her, but see her in a different light.

with that, he took the plates, throwing kiera's unpolished sandwich into the trash and the plates into the overflowing sink. he then went to the knife rack, pulling the largest one out.

he traced his pointer finger across the blade, planning mentally.

he loved kiera, but he couldn't stand see her.