FOR DEATH'S HEART

| Fifteen |

| Fifteen |

Salem:

Kindly, Enirr let me use his washroom and shower. The bathroom (not to my surprise) was extremely large with an even larger shower spot. After scrubbing my body clean, I found that Enirr had taken the liberty of getting me fresh clothing. Turns out, the pair of black shorts, knee high black socks and white crop top belonged to Akjan. I wasn't sure I wanted to borrow her clothing, especially how much skin they showed but Enirr swore they were the most "normal" clothing the woman owned.

That, I could believe.

After brushing back my brown locks, I left and returned home. When I got home I found that Carter wasn't home yet. So, popping my pills into my mouth I busied myself with making pasta. Butter pasta with onion and garlic had always been one of my favorites but I didn't make it often. Carter didn't like butter – he said it was too unhealthy.

I had just finished adding a touch of basil and salt when I heard the front door swing up. My heart pounded in my ears as I turned off the stove. My heart was torn – I wasn't sure how I should act. Should I run to him and pretend to be over joyed, that what I felt for Enirr never happened? Or should I confess and beg for forgiveness?

I didn't know so I didn't do anything. Just washed the dishes I had used and ignored the sound of footsteps as they got louder – closer. Finally at the foot of the kitchen they stopped. Making me turn around expecting to face Carter. What I hadn't been expecting was to come face to face with someone who looked far too fucked over to be my boyfriend.

I screamed, my eyes scanning the greasy blonde hair, and empty blue eyes. They were only empty until they fell on me. Then, his eyes widened with pure fear. He cried out stumbling backwards and falling onto his butt. Carter began to sob, his hands hiding his face.

"L-Leave me a-alone!" he sobbed, "Go away!"

"Carter?" I was so hesitant, "what is wrong with you? What happened?"

He shook his head, suddenly his eyes were wide with anger. He screamed, jumping to his feat and lunging towards me. His hands slammed into me – shoving me into the counter making me gasp in pain. Panic clung to me as he grabbed the knife I had been using to cut garlic off the ledge then swung it towards me. I screamed, kicking him in the nuts before darting for the kitchen entrance.

"This is your fault!" he cried, dropping the knife and holding his face in his hands, "I just wanted your money. This is all your fault! Go away! Go away, go away."

I felt as if he had stabbed me – directly in the heart. My stomach churned as I watched him carefully. He no longer seemed to notice me, just rocking back and forth on his heels, rubbing his face. I didn't know what happened but this was not the Carter I knew. As for his confession...I didn't understand.

"What do you mean you just wanted my money?" I asked softly.

He shook his head then laughed manically, "It's your fault. I wanted all that money, you were going to give it to me. You worshipped me, you were going to give it to me. Forgive me for my evil. Angels were angry. They punished me for my sin."

My mind spun, "You're not making any sense. What happened?"

"YOU DID," he screamed, spit flying towards me, "YOU TEMPTED ME! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS A TEST! I FAILED, I FAILED AND THEY PUNISHED ME! I HATE YOU! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, GET OUT OF MY WORLD, GET OUT OF MY LIFE YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

I stumbled back, tears welting in my eyes. I took a step towards him, my hand moving as hard as it could. The loud slap sounded through the kitchen causing him to step back with wide eyes. I wouldn't dare cry for a man like him – Enirr was right.