He'll Never Love You Like Me

The Beginning of the End

Warning: This story contains strong language and graphic violence.

Lena's POV
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Stupid idiot, leaving his phone out on the table. He should know better not to do that. As if I'm not going to look through it! I am a Luthor after all...

I knew James was up to something. Every day, he grew more and more distant, unaware to my presence. He treats me like a ghost. I feel like I'm nothing when I'm around him. That's when I started to realise that this relationship wasn't going to work.
James tried so hard to win me over. I could feel it in the way he kissed me. He was in love. But this 'distance' doesn't just dawn upon a man overnight. Something must've caused him to change his mind, and these messages proved it.

Oh, he is so dead. I don't even know where to start. As my eyes glazed over the messages, my blood started to boil. I was consumed with a tremendous rage. I can't even remember the last time I felt this furious. I guess this bitch didn't realise that if you break my trust, I'm breaking your fucking bones.

If I don't calm down, I'm going to lose my shit. Thank God I keep that bottle in my drawer. I'd be lost with out it to be honest. That Shiraz has never looked more tempting. But I needed a glass, so I fumbled out of my chair and tottered over to grab one.

The cork on the bottle was stuck with quite some force. I tried everything to get it open, and by this point, my patience was wearing thin. I tried to pull it out, leaver it out with a pen, even yank it out with my teeth. It wouldn't budge.
"Fucking bitch!" I screamed, smashing the top of the bottle on my desk.
Shards of green glass, glinted in the sunlight, as they showered across the floor. The red wine trickled down the pearly white desk, seeping into the rug beneath my feet.
"Shit shit shit!"

I really wanted to kill that motherfucker now. This was all because of him. He's got my reputation on the line. I'm wrapped around his finger, and that's exactly where he wants me. This wasn't just a silly little game of cheating. No. He's trying to expose me. He knows I'd act out. He wants the whole world to know me by my last name: Luthor.

"I HATE HIM!"
My right arm flings to the side, whacking the vase of white calla lilies to the floor. Falling short of the rug, the vase hits the wooden floor, shattering into an array of tiny pieces. The white pottery lay mingled with the smashed glass, splattered in red.

With my left hand, I smack what's left of the jagged glass bottle on the desk. The thud it makes is quite loud. The shards of glass, sprawled out on the surface of the desk, rumble from the force. I just stood, frozen, hunched over my workspace, with the bottle clasped firmly in my left hand, the edge of the desk in the palm of the other.

I gritted my teeth as I inhaled a few deep breaths. I felt my shoulders start to relax. I slumped myself back down into my chair and finally poured myself a glass of that Shiraz. Of course, it wouldn't last long. As soon as the wine glass pressed to my lips, the blood-like liquid had vanished. I downed what was left of the wine in a matter of minutes.

I want James Olsen dead. I have never wished death upon someone, more so than I do now. Some people are just better off dead. But James? He really does deserve it. He deserves a slow and painful death.

"Ugh! These fuckin' impure thoughts won't go away!" I sputter from my drunken lips.
"He wants me to hurt him so that he can expose me as a true Luthor. It's obvious! He's got my goddamn life on the line here!"

"What impure thoughts? Who's this you're taking about Lena?" a concerned voice cries.

It was Kara. She was stood by the door frame, analysing the atrocious mess on my office floor.
"Lena what have you done?!"
I didn't give her a reply. Instead, I glared up at her. That was enough for her to take the hint that I was pissed.
"Lena, I won't ask again. What's going on?" Kara firmly stated.

"You wanna know what's going on? Yeah?! Well I'll fucking tell you what's going on. That son of a bitch is gonna die! This crap has gone on for too long and I'm not gonna take it anymore."

Kara stumbled back a little bit. She pushed her glasses back up on to her face and stood there, dumbfounded.
"O-oh?!" she stuttered.
I don't think she's ever seen me this mad before. Yeah, she's seen me drunk. She knows what I'm like when I'm tipsy, but mix the two together and it's a whole new cocktail.

Taking in a deep breath, I ease my mind.
"Sit down. I'll explain what he's done."