Never did i ever think i was going to face Steven again after that incident on Monday. I ran to him and slapped him. Slapped him as hard as i fucking could. I waited for the slap back but he just smiled.
"You just made a huge mistake." He said, smirking. What did he mean? He walked off strutting.
I didnt know how to feel. Would he hurt me more? Hurt my family? Or worse, hurt Wyatt?
I was scared. What did i just do? Why the fuck did i think it was okay for me to slap him.
***
Wyatt never appeared to our date at the small cafe we were going to meet at. I had called him 20 times before i gave up. I was panicking.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I ran out of the cafe and ran to his house. I knocked at least 100 times but no answers. Where was he? I ran to the abandoned park and he wasnt there also.
I decided i would walk down the street and look at each alley way. I looked down each one until i got to the last one. I saw him standing there with his eyes big and a gun to his head.
"No, dont you fucking dare do it Steven."
"Tell me why hes better than me then."
"He loves me. He didnt take advantage of me. He didnt provoke me to date him. Hes kind and nice to me. He respects me."
"I did everything for you, Angel."
"Dont call me Angel. Sounds as if youre calling me sweet names. You dont deserve to even be near me."
"More shit talk and your love bird will be shot."
Those few words caused me to become pallid. I sat there knowing this was a reality. I really couldnt stop him since hes the one with the gun.
"Fuck you bitch. Rot in hell." I yelled. He didnt budge. I knew it, he was too much of a pussy.
I heard a gunshot and i couldnt believe it.
