My Messy Life

Chapter 15

“Davis, are you ok? Just let me in,” Mike said as he pounded on the door again.

Brandon's hand was still covering my mouth and I knew Mike wouldn't bang on my door forever. So I did the only thing I could think of. I bit Brandon's hand.

“Ouch, you bitch!” Brandon yelled and dropped his grip on me. I ran for the door and grabbed the handle, unlocking the door. Before I could open the door though, I was pulled back and thrown against the wall.

My head was fuzzy and I could taste blood in my mouth where I'd bitten my tongue. I looked up quickly to see Brandon's bloody hand and him glaring down at me.

“That was a very bad thing you did Davis.”

“Die,” was all I could say to him before my world turned black.

I looked down at her still body and couldn't help but smile. She was such a bitch but so beautiful. I couldn't believe she'd bitten my hand hard enough to make it bleed. I kicked her in the stomach and turned around towards the door.

“Damn it dude, you punched me good earlier.” Mike was standing there at the door looking down at Davis. He was looking at her like she hung the damn moon and that just pissed me off. He was supposed to help me get her, not the other way around.

“Dude, stop looking at her like that and just help me move her.” I couldn't help but think maybe we'd taken this whole thing a bit far but I couldn't just let her go now. Too much had happened. I wanted her more than I'd wanted Erica.

I remember seeing Erica for the first time in high school. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and I wanted her instantly. She didn't know me and she didn't act like she wanted to. We had no friends in common and no actual common interests. I started following around, watching her, learning everything I could about her.

I couldn't think about anything but her for months and then one day I saw her waiting out front of the school alone. She was looking around, clearly waiting for someone. She kept checking her watch and after ten minutes of her standing there still, I decided to make my move. I drove up to her and rolled down the window.

“Hey, Erica. Do you need a ride?” She looked over my BMW and smiled.

“I don't know you and I really shouldn't.” She smiled at me and leaned over into the window, giving me a much clearer view of her cleavage.

“You and I have second period English and fifth period History together." I flashed her my smile and she instantly relaxed, realizing I did in fact know her. 

"This is a really nice car. I'd love a ride but I shouldn't. Thank you though." She winked at me and backed up one step, not taking her eyes off me. She wanted me to pursue her. She had no idea what she was asking. 

I put the car in park and hopped out, coming around to the passenger side. I opened the door for her and motioned for her to get in. 

"Such a gentlemen. How can I possibly say no?" She giggled and got in. 

That was the beginning of Erica and I dating. I poured on the charm and in not time at all, she was in love with me. She would literally do anything for me and that was exactly how I wanted it. One night when we were at at party Erica got drunk and blacked out. As she started to wake up she started yelling for me but Mike heard her and came to her "rescue." She thought he was me and started making out with him and that's when I walked in. I flew into a rage and beat the hell out of both of them. I told her we were done and as I walked away, she fell to the floor and begged me not to leave her. Seeing her on her knees, bloody from my hand gave me this overwhelming feeling of power. That was how I first realized I could brainwash and beat Erica into being with me for as long as I wanted.