On the fifth day I looked like I had lost 50 pounds and did heroin. Must've been all the crying. Something about water weight? I was so drained. I had been through all the stages of grief but I think I skipped a stage. Because something strange happened. Something good. on the seventh day, I realized I had 1 of 2 options left. Acceptance. Or. Vengeance. And to be honest. That just seemed more my style. And that's where the story begins.
Will
How do you punish someone? What am I supposed to do? Report my dead sisters rape and cry in court over no evidence? Or kill him and go to prison for the rest of my days? Am Ia murderer? I don't know what I am anymore. I never did. I never got to. And now I'm going to sacrifice any hope of ever getting to.. it doesn't matter. I don't want to be anything. Not with out her. I have no other choice. I don't care what happens to me. as long as it happens to him to.
I walked into the bar, not eager to look for .. him
Already sick.
Maybe I wasn't ready. Maybe I wasn't strong enough yet. Had I eaten enough? Had I worked out enough. Had I prepared enough? Can you ever be prepared enough to kill a man and all moral standards required to be human. I started realizing that when I kill him I'll be killing.. myself. I sit down. Maybe I shouldn't do this. Is this what acceptance feels like? Because it's sickening. I closed my eyes and tried to meditate away the heavy question and remember my sisters face. A tear rips from my cheek as I jump.
at the sound of.
Wills voice? I turn my head to see his
Stupid. Fucking. Smile?
I wipe my face and rip off my jacket like fire. Suddenly, I was born ready.
I walk over to his side and immediately order 2 shots. I know I'll need these before I say anything to this P.O.S. Fortunately he talks to me first.
"Rough day?" he says as I down the tiny glass
I'm not ready. Am I frozen? I look around as if a friend pressured me into something I didn't want to do and just left me hanging.
"Just relieving some stress" I smile
He turns his full posture now and checks me out with his peripheral vision.
"Well that's Mondays for ya. Thank god for liquor huh?" he says sliding another shot towards me
I chug in search of a buzz to keep me steady before I beat this guy bloody and cause a scene
"You know you look familiar. You come here before?"
Shit. I flip my hair,waving for another 2 shots
"No, should I?"
"Well it's a lot less crowded than other ones around here. Good for a weekday at least"
"You sure there's no where else we could go that's... less crowded"
Really could have used a buzz for that one
"Whoa at least take me to dinner first"
"I'm more of a breakfast person"
He looks at me knowing he'll say yes but part of me wants him to say no, mention a recent loss. To give me some reason not to go through with this.
He winks over at his friends as we getup and head towards the door. One of them rolls their eyes in annoyance or jealousy. I laugh for the first time in a week. Don't worry. He's not getting that lucky.
I fake stumble up the stairs to his place, I assume
His ass doesn't even look to see if I'm okay. YOU'RE MAKING THIS EASIER FOR ME ALREADY.
Kind of.
I roll along the walls into the entrance as if they are barely keeping me up. His place looks boring I notice hearing him clank his belongings in the kitchen. Before I can look his way, Will grabs me in a way I am not prepared. still I giggle.
I begin putting together his final moments in my mind as he sticks his tongue deeper down my throat.
Instinctively I bite
He smiles and moves onto my neck in confusion and moves us to the room
This time I really stumble over the blankets, clothes and cups on his littered floor. Jumping to his bed over the 4 ft obstacle seems to be the only way to get there so I do it while he tramples over his stuff and lands on top of me. I grab him with my already bare thighs and smile at him. He tries to slip his fingers in the front of my pink underwear and I squeal.
"WAIT" I gasp and push his arm away from me
His arms push mine back and he shakes his head
I sigh and smile "NO I'M SERIOUS"
"Whats the matter baby?" he kisses my neck, grabbing my back
I push harder. Tumbling as he lets go purposefully
"I'm sorry"
He smiles sensitively, casually walks towards me
I try to turn away feeling his hand on my arm quickly putting me back on the wall
"Wait" he says close to me
"I need to go" I suffocate
"You wanted this. You invited yourself"he holds my hands kissing my now sweaty neck
"How about we reschedule?" I panic
"It'll be quick" his pelvis presses against mine
"I'm leaving!" I elbow him hard in the chest. His face goes red as I'm thrown to the bed
"HEY" I hear his yell and he lays his weight on my whole body
His bare thighs rub roughly against mine
"Lets just remember how things were at the bar"
He tries to prep himself. I think of something to say.
"Wait. Can I be on top?"
He twists me over for security and props me up not seeing the ring I was now wearing when I..
"HEYAHHHHH!!! GET OFF ME U STUPIDBAAAAAAA AHHH!" He is bleeding from one blow to the head with my ring cuffs.
I stare at him in the face. He holds his bulging eye and I whisper "For Athena"
Death stares him in the face "Kierra?"
"Nice last words" I knock him and check for a pulse. I feel a beat.. and then it's gone.
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The devil has bangs
Teen Fiction***TRIGGER WARNING: Contains scenes of sexual assault*** I kill Sex Offenders...That's supposed to make me sound good until you realize that I'm a murderer. See. Right there. You just realized it. and now you hate me. or want to walk away and not b...
