CRYBABY

XXVI- I'm Poison

Jennie

I sighed heavily, and here I go again. Being stuck with the psychopath who made my body boil. But, my heart and body to ache for her touch. Lisa had her ways when she wanted something, and who can blame a pretty girl like her?

The pretty girl with bangs— who made me go crazy. I couldn't even call the cops when I had the chance. And, it left me living in nostalgia. Her eyes, hold mine intensely and rock me back and forth to the edge of my feels.

"Earth to Jennie Kim!". My best friend waved her hand in front of my face making me blink.

"What?". I avoided her eyes and looked down at the ground because my best friend can read me very well.

"What has gotten into you?". She asked suspiciously.

"I-I..". She cut me off, "Oh I know, it's the woman with bangs again isn't it? The one who just kidnapped us". My cheeks became crimson and as red as a tomato.

"And man, I was ready. I had the pepper spray in my pocket. But she was faster than flash and you are useless". She shrugged her head.

"Excuse me?".

"You always seem so weak in front of her". I sighed heavily, "You can't blame me". I muttered to myself but she heard me - her eyes widened immediately. "What?".

"Jennie am I sensing that you— No way!". The realization hit her, but I was left with confusion. "Please, stay quiet". I tried to tell her.

She shrugged her head and finally changed the topic. Pulling her phone out of her bra like it was the most normal thing ever. "Where did you get that from?".

"I bought it?".

I rolled my eyes, "I meant, how did you bring it here without having Lisa notice? That girl is literally an owl".

"She focuses on you more than me. So, we're good. And, Eric is texting me. This douchebag took my phone number from Mina, and he's asking if you're okay and where you are at". She scrolled down, raising her brow. "He humiliates you in front of his friends and then acts as if nothing happened. How much of an idiot could he get?".

"And now he's telling me to warn you about Lisa". She chuckled to herself. "Sadly, we've already been warned".

"Why do you think she's keeping us here?". I asked out of a sudden.

"One; She either wants to save herself from the headache of the cops. Or, is so into you and just can't seem to get the idea of letting you go that fast". My best friend's words ring through my head, making my mind overthink the unknown. Could she want me?

Lisa

Calm.

Calm I stand, watching my target lay there helplessly looking at me. His breathing was uneven, and I knew it pained him whenever he moved his knee.

How uncomfortable he felt, made my smile increase in volumes of pure joy. I loved seeing him in pain.

The knife I hold— was snapped at the tip but the rest was sharp. The handle was cheap black plastic.

Somehow it gave me the pleasure to end the life of a billionaire with something so cheap and mass-produced. It would slice through that expensive tailored shirt into his dirty flesh. For a moment I was lost, imagining not blood to come out but thick crude oil.

The same stuff that had coated the south beach of Miami and changed my life— To realize that I was meant for living here, in New York. Trapped with my job, not the surf girl to extremist, how did that happen so fast?

I tucked it into my jacket. There was no way to conceal it in the back gun—pocket underneath, but that was my ticket into his suite.

He was nothing if not greedy for underage girls.

"W-water please". The man with grey eyes begged. His face was bruised— blood covered his body that just wanted freedom. But, I was his only source of freedom for now. "Now you're begging for water?". I dryly asked.

He nodded, his veins popping making me walk closer to him. I inched my head a little down, to stare deep into his grey eyes that made my blood boil. "When these girls begged you to stop raping them. Did you ever stop?".

He shrugged his head, fear filling his eyes instantly. "You didn't. You didn't show mercy and now you're just paying for your mistakes, Jonathan".

"Water..". The dryness in his voice made me grin to myself.

I pulled away a little, "Look at you now. You're so weak". A dry laugh escaped my lips making him wince in pain once my leg pushed his knee a little to the other side.

"It's your fault". I clenched my jaw.

I adjusted the bust-line of my ball gown and smoothed my blonde hair back, removing the hair-pin vile of poison. In seconds the contents swirled in bourbon and my smile was truly vivacious as I handed him the little cup in hand.

He gazed at me for a moment— something fearful behind his usually grey eyes and took the shot back in one gulp before leaning back.

In those few final seconds, he was quite silent and very trembly. He barely had time to register that something was amiss and never felt his collision with pain once again.

"W-what is this..?".

"Don't worry". I smiled, "This is poison".

"It won't keep your throat dry. It will slow down the movement of your organs slowly but surely Mister Jonathan".

"You fucking snake!". He coughed as the poison embraced his veins mercilessly. "You're p-poison".

"Ah uh. Watch your words. Before I turn your little pain, into hell". I blankly muttered and left him there begging and screaming for me to save him. "And yes, I'm poison".

They didn't save me from her.

Why am I supposed to save them from me now?