In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Fourteen- A Lover Scorned

My heart pounded within my chest as I tried to understand whatever it was that Vannah's purpose had been. However, as I made my way to protect Trina, I saw as Vannah moved towards another man who welcomed her with open arms. He was a
decent looking man with a target on his head for having held my beloved in his arms. If capable, I would have ended him then and there, taking no prisoners and no care. But there had been too much working against me. Including witnesses.

My stomach began to twist and my jaw clenched with anger as I realized this had been karma at its finest. From this moment, I shut down on Trina. I didn't speak to her of whatever issue it was that we had or even if I had been hungry. I closed everyone off including those at work as I spent all my time at the gym. I was able to see Vannah try to check up on me as well, lingering in the background of my everyday locations-only to be shunned. I knew if I were to speak to her at this moment that only pain would come from it, only hurtful words and incorrect placement.

I set my attention on Trina-realizing that I had to follow through on my promise. This was only possible after hours of therapeutic conversation with Trina as she told me my flaws and how I needed to fix them. I nodded, apologized, and played nice, before finally having myself in her good graces once again. However, I couldn't bring myself to sleep, no matter the drug or how I tried to tire myself out by using Trina'a company.

Then came the night of the bachelor and bachelorette parties...three days before I would be legally bound to Trina and my decisions would be made for me. I had actually been rather excited about this as this night would allow me the chance to drink without having to worry about being classy. I didn't care about looking bad to Trina's male friends.

I stood before the mirror, taking one final look at the man I had become as opposed to the boy I was when I had met Vannah. So much had happened, so much had changed...and yet the way I felt for Vannah only intensified. Even in my anger. But tonight, I wouldn't have to worry about it. I wouldn't have to think. Just drink.

Before I knew it, I had downed one...then two...then five...then awoke in an unfamiliar room with a sore jaw, a black eye, bruised knuckles, and a woman in the bed beside me.

Shit.