Bound To You

Chapter 3 - Caleb Crove.

                                                                    Chapter 3 - Caleb Crove.

I wasn’t unbreakable.

I had a heart.

But when it was my turn to stand with the sharp knife in my hand and control the situation, I felt like I was.

I pushed my feelings to the side and told myself I was better off without a heart. The light in front of me was replaced by blackness.

The first time I had ever forced a knife into a man’s chest was 2 months after I arrived. It felt good. I was responsible for another human beings life. I had the control. I owned the situation. I felt like I could conquer the world.

Bryan Jackson.

His dirty blonde hair was tousled to the side. He looked like a mess. I was proud of myself; I created that mess. His lip was split from the many blows to his head. His wrists were tied to each other, behind the chair he was seated on.

He was still conscious but he was having troubles breathing. The blood oozed from his forehead and mouth.

It pleased me so see the stranger like this.

“Please, let me go,” he begged. His left eye was swollen.

“No.” I paced slowly back and forth in front of him; slowly and dangerous. I was looking at my prey.

My answer made Roman chuckle in the dark corner.

“Please,” he cried, tears slowly making their way from the corners of his eyes, down his cheeks.

It was a very unattractive sight. Seconds later, he was bawling his eyes out like a little 5 year old.

For a moment, I felt bad. The sight reminded me of my father silently crying in the kitchen after my mother told him about the miscarriage. I had to shut my emotions down; and so I did.

My grip tightened around the handle of the knife, the light reflecting in the sharp blade.

I stopped pacing and kneeled down in front of Bryan, looking him directly into his teary eyes. The redness made his green eyes stand out. I slowly traced my finger down his cheek. He flinched at my touch.

“Please. I have a wife,” he begged again. I kept my expression emotionless.

“She hates you,” I whispered. His face scrunched in confusion.

“Mary, your wife, she hates the sight of you. She hates your voice. She simply can’t stand being in the same room as you.”

“I-I don’t understand -” I shushed him. “Of course you don’t. You spent the most of your day in a bar, getting drunk.”

I raised the knife and sliced the side of his cheek, where my finger seconds ago had traced a perfect line.

He let out a high pitched scream. The blood slowly dripped from the wound.

Tears kept streaming from his eyes, “you’re a monster,” he panted. I winked and smirked at his terrified face. The fear was glowing from his skin, creating the perfect moment to end his life.

I glanced at Roman, who nodded in response.

“Do it.”

Before Bryan could take another breath, I pushed the knife into his heart and pulled it out, slowly and painfully. The act provided me full satisfaction. It fulfilled my need of being in control and it fulfilled my need to be with Roman.