Game of Death

11

 I take another drag from the cigarette before stomping it out on the step. I pick up the vodka bottle to take another drink. Realizing it is empty, I throw it across the yard, hearing it smash when it hits a tree. I chuckle softly to myself and stumble up back into the house and make my way to the kitchen. I pick up another bottle of alcohol, tequila I believe, and take a swig. I hear footsteps coming from behind me. They were only just audible as if someone didn't want me to hear them. Yet, even in my drunken state, I still have better hearing than the average person, just one of my many talents. I take another sip out of the bottle before spinning around.

"Come to join the party have you?" Her eyes flicker between me and the bottle. "No thanks." She replies. "Aww come on, live a little. Y'know, Yolo and all that shit." I slur. She shakes her head at the word Yolo and suppresses a laugh. I edge closer to her. "Come on, let's have a little fun. Just me and you, just for tonight." She sighs. "Cole, you're drunk." "And your point is?" I ask. I step forward until her back hits the wall. I lean forward, pressing my body against her and begin sucking at her neck. "Cole get off." She says, barely above a whisper while trying to remove my hands, which found their way to her waist. "Cole I said get off!" She yells. She shoves my shoulders causing me to stumble back and fall on my ass. Where the fuck did that strength come from? I mean, looking at her, you would think it would be impossible for her to shove someone of my size like that.

 I begin to laugh. "What's so funny?" She asks, a mixture of disgust and confusion on her face. "You made me spill my tequila," I giggle, yes, giggle, while lifting up the bottle and shaking it slightly. The remaining liquid sloshes around the bottle. "Unbelievable." She mumbles. I tilt my head to the side. "What is it with you, Maggie?" "What do you mean?" I jump up from the ground and take a step towards her. I take a sip from the bottle. "Somethings not right. There's something about you... I can't work it out." "I don't know what you're talking about." She chuckles, hiding her discomfort. "Bullshit." I spit. "You have a secret. It's something important, I can feel it." I feel as if I'm starting to ramble now. "But the problem is, I can't work it out. I should be able to, but there's just something I'm missing. "I-I don't have a secret." She stutters. "I have no idea what you're talking about." "DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME." I yell, throwing the bottle at the wall. Maggie flinches as it shatters all over the floor. "You..." I point my finger at her. "You have a secret." I walk forward until she is backed up against the wall again. I place my arms on either side of her head and lean forward. She shivers as my breath hits her ear. "And I will find out what it is, I can promise you that."