Silent Wars

Verdict Outcome

ATTENTION GRAPHIC IMAGE OF STRANGULATION MARKS AHEAD AND SELF HARMING SCENE NO PICTURE BUT IT IS HERE DO NOT READ IF YOU KNOW YOU CANNOT HANDLE THAT STUFF.
What are smiling about?" I say smiling devilishly. He just snickers because he knows what I'm thinking about. He beckons his index finger for me to come closer and I do just that. He pulls my arm so that I am sitting in his lap. We become very giddy and the only sound we hear is our matched breathings and our hearts beating for one another. The energy changes from being funny to wanting love. He stokes my hair longing in his eyes. "You think you were ever loved as a child?" I curl into his touch. He just shakes his head. "Do you?" He whispers as if somebody is overhearing us. I shake my head. "I was told every day that nobody wanted me. Nobody loved me." I whisper back. "Do you love me?" He asks so faint like it's a prayer. "I always have and always will. I know they say love is fake. It's not to me when I'm with you. Strangling people. Holding each other. Sex. It doesn't matter what I'm doing as long I'm with you." He just mods his head slowly like he doesn't believe it. It breaks my heart because it's true. All of it.

After being engulfed by each other I wake to see he left. There's a note on my other half of the bed.
DEAR MILLIE:
ALTHOUGH MY TIME WITH YOU WAS VERY RATHER WELL SPENT I SHALL BE GETTING HOME TO MY FAMILY. YOUR CONVENTION OF LOVING ME IS STILL AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN IN MY HEART AND SOUL. YOU UNDERSTAND ME JUST AS I UNDERSTAND YOU. THE ADRENALINE RUSH OF CONSTRICTING THE LIFE OUT OF A OTHER BEING. YOU GIVE ME PEACE TO SLEEP AND HARMONY TO LIVE. I WILL MEET YOU VERY SOON.

WITH LOVE
PETER PAUL SPECTOR
P.S. LAST NIGHT WAS AN ENCHANTING THRILL, BUT SADLY I AM ALREADY MARRIED WITH A DAUGHTER AND SON. YOU WILL FOREVER HOLD A PLACE IN MY HEART.
I am crying so much. See? He doesn't want you and never will. I grab a small razor blade from my bathroom and begin to slice. I may be the baddest bitch in Belfast right now, but I don't feel like it. He hates you. Get over it. At this point I am a tragic mess. "Who are you? You're a slut. That's what. Sleeping with a married man you let go." I say to the figure staring back at me. All of a sudden I hear the window opening so I get in the bathtub for a hiding spot.

I close the curtain slowly and quietly. I grab my gloves and beanie and scarf out of the bag quietly but as fast I can not to make noise. I remove my slippers waiting in this tub in socks, sweatpants, and a black hoodie. I hear the knob turn steadily, so I prep for the attack on my intruder. The door opens and I hear the large footsteps and their breathing. I take a quiet peek and can confirm it's man. I exhale quietly and jump him constricting his air supply from the back. He fights back throws me against the bathroom wall. I wince I slight pain, but keep going. I pull harder making sure he at least passes out on my bathroom floor. You think you have- he pushes all his manly weight blocking my lungs. Oh fuck I think he broke a rib or two. Screw you asshole. I see him grasping for air. When I see a better picture of his face I drop my hands and he drops me. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" He says very very raspy.

"WELL SHIT WHAT DO YOU EXPECT A PERSON LIKE ME IS GONNA DO?! YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME." I say holding my torso from the impacts I took of his physique. "I'm sorry." I feel really bad luckily for me I know how to hide that perfectly. I put some makeup hiding the marks. It's red but it'll be gone in about a week or two. "Again I'm so so so-"
"It was my fault. I came in like an intruder therefore I was treated like one. That doesn't mean you definitely aren't getting punished though." His eyes go dark. He notices my small lacerations. I immediately try to cover them up but it's too late.
"You're too fucking beautiful to be doing this to yourself." I just let him do his thing. When he's done he kisses my head and tells me to get ready.