The Stripper Alliance

Chapter 25

As my ex-boyfriend spits evil words into my face, I am completely zoned out. I am still trying to grasp the fact that Zachary Montoya is trying to kill off everything that I hold dear to my heart. Zachary isn’t the last person I would expect to do this, but it still comes as a shock to me. Only heartbroken stalkers turn into psychotic serial killers in the horror movies. This barely ever actually happens in the real world.

            Zachary Montoya is that one boy who sat in the front of the class, not because he was a teacher’s pet, but because he was a social outcast. He never went to parties, not because he wasn’t invited, but because he is a wall flower. He was always a sweetheart, not because he had to be, but because being mean was never in his nature. I just can’t believe that he has gone through such a drastic personality makeover within five years.

            I tune myself back into the one-way conversation that I am participating in with Zachary. His face looks no different than it did five years ago. He still has a small amount of brown stubble on his chin. His lips are breathtakingly pink, but mildly chapped. His eyes are the best part of his facial features. They appear green at first, but then when the sun hits them they are more of a hazel. Gold flecks dance around his iris, but don’t take away from the mystic green quality that they possess.

            I am starting to realize why I fell in love with him in the first place. Even though he is waving a large knife in the middle of the air and is threatening to kill me, he is still trying to be gentle with me. He has toned down his voice, tears are beginning to form in his eyes and every few sentences he flashes me a grin that makes me melt inside. He is a total flirt, but the funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it.

            Unfortunately, I am also beginning to remember the qualities that made me want to break up with him in the first place. He is very possessive and dominant. He keeps saying that I was his and nobody else could have me. He always acts like I’m his toy and he is a toddler, and if anybody touches his toy, there is going to be hell to pay. I’m not somebody’s prized possession and I refuse to live my life with somebody who thinks of me as something like that. I like to be wanted, but when I become ‘yours’, we are definitely going to have some issues.

            Zachary comes to the understanding that I am not paying any attention to him. To get my attention he slaps me across the face. I cringe and let a sign of pain drizzle down my face. He screams, “Onyx! Pay attention. I am the one with the knife! I am the one who is in charge! If you don’t want to listen to the things that I have to say, then we should just end everybody’s life right now!”

            I throw my hands up and yell, “No please don’t! I will give you anything. I will do anything. Just please don’t kill us!”

            He rubs the few hairs on his chin and raises his eyebrows. What he is doing is very creepy, but I don’t want to make him make any sudden movements that will push this scenario into a life-changing event. He sarcastically asks, “Anything?”

            Nearly crying, I get on my knees and basically bow down to him. I weep, “Anything, Zachary! There is no price too big and no task to extreme! Please just leave the knife out of it!”

            He drops the knife to the floor and I think that I am safe, but he quickly follows the knife to the floor. He sits down and turns to me. His eyes are shining and it seems like he is about to cry. He places his hand in my hair and firmly grabs my chin. He smirks and flirtatiously says, “Well Onyx, as you probably know, I have not lost my virginity yet. I have actually been saving it for a very special girl.” He pauses to add some dramatic effect, and then continues to say, “Well, Onyx let me let you in on a little secret. That special girl just happens to be you. You have been ever since I laid eyes on you in the sixth grade. That first day, when you showed me, the new kid, around the school, and treated me with such kindness, I knew that you were the love of my life. You have been, still are, and always will be the only woman that I actually love. Now has come the time that we must commemorate our love with the international language of sexual intercourse.”