Broken

Broken- Chapter eighty three

I wanted to burst her dumb door down but instead I just picked the lock. I prefer the event of surprise. We walked into her home and instantly ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

It just had three door and we eventually saw her sleeping. I couldn't believe this was about to happen.

"Well if it isn't Hailey the mental ass hoe who tried to kill me and steal my boyfriend!" I yelled in her ear.

She squirmed a bit before I slapped her across her face. She hastily got up and turned on her lamp light. I took her glass of water from her dresser and threw it on her.

"What the hell! Who are you people and what do you want?"

"Aww. You don't remember me?"

She rubbed her eyes and squinted for a while before she gasped, "Aren't you dead?"

"Bitch does it look like I'm dead?"

"What? How is this possible?"

I sighed, "Basically some assassin kidnapped me and recruited me, faked my death, gave me a new identity and yeah now I'm here. After a long conversation we concluded that this is your fault but I won't go into details on how," I mailed fakely at her.

I took out my gun and her eyes widened, "No wait please! I'll do anything!"

I laughed, "Never thought I'd see the day where you begged me...I like it."

Connor stayed quiet the whole time just standing by the door. Guarding it I assumed.

"Get on your knees."

She climbed out of her bed and did exactly what I said. I put the gun on her forehead and she whimpered, "Now beg."

"Please dont kill me! I'll do anything! I'm sorry about Andr-"

"Dont say this name. I swear to god I will blow your tiny little brain out!"

I pulled the trigger and she screamed. I laughed and removed the gun from her template. I turned my back to her and acted like I was cleaning the gun, "I personally don't like guns...they're so loud. And putting a silencer just ruins all the fun."

I pulled out my dagger and looked at it before turning around and looking at her, "I prefer this. It's more slow...painful. Oh wait but before I do this, you're gonna tell me the name of your dealer."

"W-w-what?" she stammered.

"What what what?" I mocked her, "I'm not dumb like you bitch. I did my research and I know you've been in and out of jail on accounts of drug abuse. So...tell me you're supplier."

"I don't know who it is. I got it from some shop. They said they got it from some drug lord."

Connor and I looked at each other, "Do you know anything about them?"

"No I don't now please let me go," she cried.

"Shut up!"

I looked down before leaning nearer to her. I had to confirm what Zack said was true and I didn't want Connor to hear.

"Do you know where Andrew is?"

"What? No. He went missing some years ago looking for you."

"Fuck!" I stabbed my dagger in her leg and she screamed but I covered her mouth with my hand.

"Shut up!"

"Yeah well if you're going to kill me, you should know. I got some need to hack your phone and fake the messages between us. He never cheated you asshat. But you chose not to believe him. But I guess you had proof so why would you believe him," she looked at me smirking.

"Wow," I scoffed, "you really haven't changed. Even as I stand here about to kill you, you still find satisfaction in being a bitch!"

My vision blurred but I dare not to cry.

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, "Do you realize you're the reason we broke up! The reason I got fucking depression! The reason he crashed! I got kidnapped! And now he's probably dead! And you're okay with that."

"It wasn't supposed to escalate like this. Who would've thought. Yes I was a little sad when I heard he'd gone missing looking for your sorry ass but hey...you just gotta move on."

The bitch really had the nerve to smirk. I stepped back from her and she got up, "Now if your depressed ass is done here I suggest you leave before I call the police."

I clenched my jaw before launching for her. She screamed and tried to push me off her but I just stabbed and stabbed until she stopped trashing underneath me. I got up from her dead body and turned to Connor. I hissed in pain a little because she'd punched my stomach but I didn't care.

He looked just as stun as I was. I let my tears roll down my cheek and I just left the house. Connie followed soon after. I plumped my bloody, sweaty body into the car and all I said was, "Drive."

He did just that and when we arrived it was just five in the morning. I ran up to my room, pushing though the pain, and took off the clothes. I threw it in a garbage bag, wanting to just get rid of the memories. I wish she didn't tell me that. Ugh I hate her!

I stomped to the shower and turned the water on as hot as I can. I didn't even want to cry. I was numb. I was so tired of the pain.

I didn't stay in there long and I wrapped my towel around myself. As soon as I entered my room I heard a knocking on my door. I didn't think about the fact that I was wearing just my towel and went towards the door. It was Connor. Before he could say anything, I pulled him towards me and crashed my lips onto his.

I just needed a distraction from everything.

He seemed to be into it because he kicked the door closed and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he walked us towards my bed. He moved his lips from mine to my jaw then to my neck. I pushed him off of me and he gave me a puzzled look but I climbed on top of his torso.

I leaned down and whispered, "I'm the one in charge."

I kissed his neck and left various hickeys while my hands slid under his shirt. I pulled away from him after a while and opened my towel. He bit his lip and I felt his thing get hard under me. He smirked and pulled his shirt off.

The rest is history.