His Possession

5

HER

"Christian, you do not love me." I said it slowly, coldly.

Christian, the guy I have been casually dating for the last two months, had came in my place of work to proclaim his 'love' for me.

As if!

Plus, if he knew, then I was already dead.

I grabbed both knives from my boot and threw one at the wall 2 inches from his head.

He screamed like a pansy. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up and leave, little boy."

"But-"

"Did I not make myself clear, Christian Phoebe, you are a lost cause." I glared at him. "Or did that knife not show show you my point?"

I chuckled darkly.

He stammered and I pressed the other knife against his throat. His eyes went wide and I grinned. "What were you trying to say, baby boy?"

"I'm going, I'm going! Don't kill me, please!" He cowered from the knife and I rolled my eyes.

He was such a baby!

Rolling my eyes, I moved the knife back in my boot and he ran out of my tattoo parlour as quick as lightning.

"Such a pansy." I muttered and I went to grab my bag but the phone rang.

I frowned, I pressed Accept and the voice that came out raised the hairs on my neck.

"Hey, slut. This is da-"

I woke up covered in sweat again. I swore and waited for my heart to stop pounding. It wasn't the worst dream/memory but I still feel bad to do that to such a nice guy.

It was for his own good though, I thought as I sat up and ran a hand through my hair.

"I'm glad you're finally awake." A deep voice asked to my right.

I screeched and scrambled away when I noticed Dexter sitting in a chair that somehow made him looking really intimidating. It just does. "What are you doing in my house?" I asked. I looked for my knives but I couldn't see them.

"This is my house, Lizzie." He grinned slightly.

I looked around and realised it was. Shitoki mushrooms. I stood up and went back-to-back with the wall behind me. "Why am I in your mansion, Dexter?"

I flinched when I noticed my mistake of saying his name. His eyes darkened and his smirk faded into a flat line. Even though I don't know him that well, I just knew this was a very, very bad sign.

"How did you know my name, little faerie?" It was more of a command then a question.

I actually stuttered. "I- I, um. I-it's n-none of y-your b-business."

He stood up and prowled closer to me. He wasn't in a cap and hoodie anymore, but in a suit that fitted him perfectly with his slicked back hair.

I wanted to move but I felt like I was frozen in the spot, unable to move until he said so.

It was frightening as hell.