Poisoned Innocence - discontinued.

Chapter 3.

                                                                     Zonnique.

With that knife in my hand, I felt like I had so much power. With that knife, I could have done absolutely anything. I wasn't sure if August was aware that I had so many options at that point. My ticket out would be to stab August and take off. I looked up at August seeing that he had a coy look plastered onto his face. He knew what I was thinking, he knew what I wanted to do but didn't have the guts to. And that's why he didn't have a problem implanting that knife in my hand, I was too weak to do such a thing to him. That's not the the kind of person I am.

But should I have? If I would've just stabbed him where would I go? Would I have just kept running? .. And running? In the end, I would definitely loose. August was always one step ahead of me, and he knew I would never do something like that. I wasn't brave enough.

"Go ahead, do it." August crossed him arms, smugging a smile.

Stab you? Or the man?

"I-I can't." I stammered, dropping the knife on the floor causing it to make a clinging sound. I felt humiliated, he totally just used me to make me feel worse about myself. I already felt like a bad person for the specific reason that I basically ignore my family, and I let some guy control that. Not just any guy matter of fact, August. I let August control basically everything in my life, and that's how it was going to have to be for now. For a while.

I wiped away my tears with the back of my hands and took a few steps back as August snatched the knife up from the floor. He sauntered over to the man that was all tied up, and held up the knife, and slashing the rope around his mouth with it. I guess he wanted to hear his screams of pain. As he traced the point of the knife onto the mans face, the man shaking in his boots as so did I. I was scared for this man's life and I didn't even know who he was. August stuck the knife deep into the mans cheek with a smirk, but not deep enough to stab him. Finally, he lifted the knife with a smile, leaving the man without a mark on him.

And just when I thought August was finished with him, he turned back around on his toe, swinging the knife and cutting the mans cheek. The cut lacerated his cheek deeply and caused him to shriek in a large amount of pain. I screamed too, because the cut was so deep, blood started to pour out of the slit skin. I wanted to cry for him, but I held it in. I took a deep breath and waited for August to be finished because I felt like I was about to throw up at this point.

Before I could finish reacting to the last cut that he gave to the man, he made another across his neck, this time with the pointy part of the knife. I gasped and slapped my hands over my already closed eyes, because the scream the man made showed me that the cut had to be pretty bad.

By the time I opened my eyes, the man was dead with blood pouring out of his neck, cheek and stomach. I gasped and covered my mouth, tears pooling up in my eyes. August was breathing extremely heavily, and his veins started to pop out of his neck and forehead. He was infuriated, and for absolutely no reason. I'm pretty sure this man was innocent. In fact i'm absolutely sure.

August dropped the bloody knife from his hand, and walked over to me, his chest moving up and down. "Let's go." He grabbed onto my forearm.

We stepped out of the old house and started back to the car. "August, why do you hurt people?" I asked, wiping the remaining tears sliding down my cheeks.

He looked at me, finally catching his breath. "I hurt people that deserve to be hurt. Not for no reason." He grumbled.

I looked at him like he was crazy. "But what did that man ever do to you? And if you had conflict, the best way for it to be resolved is not to viciously stab him!" I raised my voice.