Crushed

Chapter 4

I saw him later that day, in his usual favorite spot. The basketball court.

I could sit and stare for hours on end.

Sit and Stare...If it wasn't for her. 

I saw the way she looked at him. Sensed the feelings she had for him. God! How I despised her.

Bitch. 

I felt he was doing it to impress her. Obviously she meant a lot to him. He was giving me up. Me. The person he spent most of his life with. The person he whispers to. 

Bitch.

I've seen him grow into the beauty he is today. I know all his likes and dislikes. I know him. Inside-Out.

Sad part is...She does too.

I wouldn't have hesitated to stab a fork through her neck. I'd play with the fork. Watch her scream. I'd push it deeper and witness the blood pouring out.

I already had a wonderful imagery of it. I'd absolutely adore to implement it.

Bitch.

I wouldn't have hesitated to do all that. 

He liked her. I saw it in his eyes. His smile.

Killing her would make him lose that smile. I didn't want him to be unhappy. 

The moment that smile died down, Halia. The moment he gets tired of you.

You're gone.