Possession [s.m]

25.

Mercy - Shawn Mendes

No Promises - Shawn Mendes

•shawn•

I pull up to the small apartment of Jason's, not even contemplating whether or not I should go in there.

The anger in me is boiling up at such a high temperature, that fumes are coming out of my ears.

Putting my black hood over my head, I walk up the outside stairs and in front of his apartment.

I was anticipating kicking the door down, but when I see that this fucking dumbass left the door open, I walk right in.

The first thing that catches my eye is the bottle of vodka on the table in the kitchen. It must be the same bottle that I tasted on her tongue just an hour ago.

My mind thinks of the marks on Rebecca's side. I try my hardest to get the memory out of my head, but I can't get rid of it since it's still so fresh.

Jason is sitting on the couch, low grunts coming from him. When I walk in further, I spot a bag of ice in his lap.

I find myself smirking, proud of Rebecca. She must've hurt him pretty badly if he's still in pain after hours.

When he feels my presence behind him, he turns around and scream. A high pitched feminine scream.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" He jumps to his feet, and I calmly sit back on the chair around the kitchen island.

"Get the fuck out of here!" He exclaims, only making me laugh hard.

I take the gun out of my belt and place it gently on the table, surprised by my calmness.

His face loses all colour at the black weapon in the table.

"Let's skip it that part after I ask you what you did to Rebecca."

He looks at me confused and I take a big breath before elaborating.

"I ask you what you did to her. You threaten to call the cops on me. Then I beat you so bad you can't fucking breathe anymore and you tell me. Let's just skip all of that shit or I don't be afraid to use this gun."

He's at a loss of words. That's what being threatened for your life does to someone. There's nothing telling me that I shouldn't kill him though. I'll kill him no matter what, that's a promise.

It's funny to see a man who acts so hard, and put his hands on a woman who has no chance against him, and see him at a lost of words or screaming like a woman.

"Just get the fuck out of my house." He tries to say confidently, but it's only fooling himself.

My patient running out, I grab my gun and put it back where it was, before marching towards him and slamming his head at a nearby wall.

I strangle him with my hands, watching him look up at me with the fear in his eyes like Rebecca. The only difference being that thinking back of her eyes kills me, but looking at his eyes brings me in pure ecstasy.

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Her?" I growl through gritted teeth.

"She was fucking asking for it." He manages to say, even though I'm squeezing the breath out of him. "With her fucking flirting all the time. Your girl fucking wanted me."

I let go of his neck and instead hit him with a blow at the side of his head.

"Did you fucking rape her?" I exclaim, holding on to his collar.

"No! Why the fuck would I rape her?" He exclaims, and I hit him again.

"So tell me what the fuck happened. I'll kill you if you don't fucking answer truthfully." I threaten him, but little does he know, I'll kill him either way.