darling, he was no good.
and you are?!
even better, he loved you in a sickeningly sweet way. that's no way to love.
he made me happy!
and you're not allowed to be happy after that foolish stunt you pulled, sweetheart.
small droplets of water hit is the scuffed up window on the dreary day. their eyes fixated on each other's stiffen form, waiting for someone to speak.
tick, tock, tick, tock.
the grandfather clock's hands move agonizingly slow, the tick tock becoming all they hear other than their pounding heartbeat. a word never uttered as the pitter patter of rain matches with the rhythm of their racing minds.
"why did you go to him?" the boy with tired eyes and a fragile heart asks softly.
"darling, you know i love you." she goes and touches her cheating hands atop his rough ones, causing him to flinch back in anger and betrayal.
"bullshit! fucking bullshit!" he yells in defiance, rage seeping into the crevasses of his mind and molding his fingertips with fury. he drags his bitten fingernails down his porcelain face, causing red lines to appear on his freckled face.
"darling-" she murmurs, "shut the fuck up!" he screams, interrupting her sweet nickname for him. "all you do is let me down, dammit! you know— you just know how much i tried to save us!"
"well you didn't try hard enough, bastard!" she retaliates.
he sits there, disbelief flashing on his honey brown eyes. anger and confusion waltz together in his mind in a synchronized manner..
"are you for real?" he tries to keep his voice low and frail. he looks dead into her eyes as if trying to process the foolery she just uttered.
"do you understand," he starts as he takes furious steps towards her, "that you're the reason we're having a talk about this?" she backs away trying to create space between them, because frankly she's horrified of what he could do.
she then backs up against the peeling paint beige wall. he then approaches her but is met with a fool trying to get away, to not be vulnerable at such a spot.
"why're you running away?! i wouldn't hurt you, now will i?" he taunts, knowing damn well he'll do anything to make her feel like how he feels.
"no! you'll hurt me!" she screams, her breath ragged and scattered as she scurries up the stairs.
tick, tock, tick, tock.
the grandfather clock speaks, the hands moving as time pushes it to five past nine. the boy then hurries up the stairs, skipping one step as he ascends to where his lover is.
"darling," he coos, "where are you, my love? let me show you what you've done!" he giggles in delight. as he's about to touch the fingerprint infested golden doorknob the sound of ringing filled his ears.
"i wonder who could that be at such an hour." he says loud enough for her to hear through the door.
what appeared upon his honey eyes was the man that took his fruitful lover from his grasp. "oh dear, why must you be here so late? mustn't you go steal another girl from their man?" he asks as he tilts his head to the side in fake wonder.
"you're a bastard for doing that. shame on you." he almost sounds like a mother scolding their child after they find out they ate one too many candies.
"where is she?" the taker asks, lips looking like a snarl upon every syllable spoken.
the honey brown eyed boy takes a fistful of the other man's white shirt, twisting it a bit to get a better grip on the cheap cloth. he pulls him towards his chest, eyes screaming insanity as the other's cry for help.
"let me show you how it feels to be betrayed, to have your heart stabbed and ripped from your chest, wouldn't that be lovely?"
she can hear everything that's going on downstairs, screaming and pounding on the door to let her out. she wants to save him. but her efforts cease as she realizes that she can't get out, the door is locked from the outside and she's too weak and tired to try to bust the flimsy wood door open.
"let me go you bitch!" the cheater screams, his fingernails digging into the insane lover's wrist. this only caused for him to laugh at how pitiful his attempt to escape his grasp is, the pity he had for the man was unbearably large, yet oh-so insignificant in size.
he grabs the closest knife to his body, his hand shaking in anticipation on the shrill screams that'll soon come.
"wouldn't it be fun to slit your throat? or, or i can kill you swiftly, right?" he mostly says to himself. the poor man is mortified by his self talk.
he then does the unexpected (which was expected), he slowly licks the side of the blade, mere seconds later he sinks the cold blade through the boy's chest.
blood oozes onto his shirt, his breath quivers as he stays still from the impact. his face turns pale with horror of knowing he'll never see another day. the culprit pulls the silver object agonizingly slow, letting every last bit of life to be ripped away with the blade.
he then pushes the victim away from him.
he steps away, his left palm bloody from touching his chest, his right hand turning pale as his grip tightens around the handle of the deadly weapon.
"darling~" he calls out, skipping up the stairs as he plasters a smile. he then places his bloodied hand on the doorknob, twisting it slowly.
a shrill screams erupts from the room, his smile only growing bigger by the second that tune plays.
"oh come here darling! don't be afraid." he coos, wrapping his arms around her shaking form. she only screams more, her breaths heavy as she cries.
"i won't hurt you."
tick, tock, tick-
and the final hour of twelve hits, signaling the end of another day.
you liar!
sweetheart, i never lie.
do you know where i am now?
in hell, sweetheart, where all the filthy whores belong.
