PAVEMENT | styles

vi.

she had kissed me for hours upon hours.

she was still on top of me, breathing her blood breath on me. my head was still in her hands. her sweaty chest was against mine. she was smiling.

"now, i think we both liked that, didn't we?" she asked

i nodded my head slowly. i didn't want to get poked with that knife again. but then again she didn't have it anymore.

she slid off of me and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. after a few minutes, i heard the shower. i smiled. perfect.

while she was so immersed in making love to me, i somehow managed to take away the knife in her hand. she hadn't noticed. i guess being in love blocks out things that are important.

i began to try and saw the rope from my wrist. i was making a good effort, though. minutes had passed and i was still sawing off the rope. i tried with all my strength and finally the rope fell to the hardwood.

my wrist was red, the circulation cut off. i shook my head and began to saw away the other rope. this one was harder to saw.

then i heard the water stop.

my heart dropped into my stomach. i sawed faster and faster, not trying to cut my wrist off. i heard the girl walking through the room. i needed to fucking hurry! if she walked out on me trying to free myself, she'd kill me. literally.

i sawed and sawed and sawed until the rope went loose. i pulled myself from the grasp, took off the sheet from my mouth and dashed into the kitchen, hiding behind the counter. just in time for her to walk out and not see me there. her jaw dropped.

"babe?" she called out. she had on one of my sweatshirts and a pair of my basketball shorts. 

"babe?" she called again. i checked my back. i forgot it was still bleeding from when she cut me with the box cutter. but it wasn't bleeding anymore. something smooth covered it. bandages? 

"come on, babe. where are you?" i heard her feet pad against the kitchen floor, and she turned the corner and her eyes lit. i stood up straight and held the knife right at her.

"what're you doing?" she asked. she had fear in her eyes.

"i'm sick of your shit! i brought you in, which was a dumb mistake, and now you're trying to control me, like i'm some fucking Sim. i don't like you! At all! I never have, and i never will! you practically raped me! why would I like someone that would do that to me, huh?" i could feel tears building in my eyes.

"so...you don't like me?" she asked in a depressed tone.

"NO! NOT EVEN ONE BIT!" i shouted. i noticed her body was shaking, and she slowly descended to the kitchen floor, her hands covering her face. i heard little sniffs now and then, and i knew she was crying.

i wasn't about to give in, though. 

"i need you to leave. go. and i never want to see your face...again." i was shaking now. she looked up from her hands, and slowly nodded her head.

it was that easy?

she stood up and walked to the door. she turned back around to face me.

"thanks. you're the only person that told me the truth about how they felt about me." and then, she opened the door and she was gone.

my knife was still outreached, but i brought it down slowly and wathced the door close behind her.

everything was over. finally.

at least i thought it was.

hey guys.

this isn't the end, just saying.

i'll double update today, cause my friend gave me this PERFECT idea and i need to write it before it goes away.

so yeah bye ily.