Vendetta

Chapter 9: Footsteps

Dakota

November's Beginning

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The way she looked at me like she was trying to hide all of the pain made her eyes water, is what broke my heart. She snatched her sweater, the last shred of her that was left with me, off a hanger in my closet and turned away from me.

"I'll never forgive you for this," She said over her shoulder. She slammed my door behind her, leaving behind a bitter chill in my room.

I turned and let out all of my anger and frustration on the sandbag that hung from my ceiling. It swung back at me fiercely, forcing me to use my hand to stop it from smacking me dead in the face.

I walked over to my bed, the solemn pain of depression and loss searing my soul and making unwanted tears well in my eyes.

I wiped at them angrily and frustrated. The girl that I loved so much, so deeply, and with all of me, had left. I was the one who pushed her away.

I was the devil incarnate in her eyes.

But even Lucifer suffered from a broken heart.

I could understand her frustration and pain. Although we were never officially together, we had formed some sort of...relationship. We spent most of our nights and at least half of our days together. She was comfortable with me in the same I was with her. Even if our nights weren't filled with physical passion, we still enjoyed each other's company.

She'd brought out a side of me that I hadn't been in tune with in a while. She was open-minded and kind. Her heart was huge and warm no matter how hard she tried to mask it with a cold exterior. I undoubtedly loved her company. Her presence. Her aura.

She was always so caring when it came to me.

It made made my heart ache.

I closed my eyes and remembered how her hands felt on my face, or how her body felt against mine.

I was never as doting as she was. And maybe I should've been. She'd wake in the mornings and rub her delicate hands across my face and leave kisses across my skin. She had a habit of kissing my eyelids and nose.  I remember telling her I didn't like it. I remember how she deflated afterwards and she tried to keep her hands to herself. It made me feel bad, so I told her she could do it anyway.

I remember at night she'd always want to snuggle up close to me. It was either because I kept my room freezing or because she just enjoyed the feeling of my body against hers. I also remember keeping my back to her. And somehow I knew it was hurting her sensitive heart, but, I did it anyway. I liked the constant attention. And now that she was gone it was killing me.

I never would've thought I would miss her. At least not as much as I do. She'd only been gone for...what? Ten minutes. And it wasn't even her constant doting I missed. It was her. I missed her. I missed her smell. Her lips. Her touch. Her kiss. I missed the way she smiled, laughed, and sang. I missed her small hands and soft skin. I missed her brown eyes and long lashes. 

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I stared at Ms. Markson. My English teacher. I honestly couldn't hear a damn thing she was saying. I wasn't paying attention at all. Around me, classmates were either paying attention or quietly not paying attention. A small group of girls beside me whispered and giggled to each other.

"Ladies! If you'd like to share what you're discussing with the class, you are more than welcome!" Ms. Markson said without turning her attention from the board.
The girls quieted down. One even apologized.

I leaned back in my chair, letting my eyes scan the room. Today was a very slow day, considering it was a Monday. It was understandable that only half of us were here. Who liked Monday? Exactly. No one. My phone vibrated in my pocket, pulling my attention to it.

Kourtney: Hi, baby ❤️

I smiled down at my screen.

Quickly I texted back

Kota: Hey Princess, how are you feeling?

Kourtney: I'm fine. A little tired. You?

Kota: same

Kourtney took a while to text back this time. I didn't mind. We were currently still in the middle of class. I figured she had some class-related things to catch up with.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and went back to zoning out.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the 5th period. Now I had another block period and I honestly didn't want to be in this building. The halls filled too quickly. Students hustled and bustled to their destinations. Most of them avoided any physical contact with me-moving out of the way as I walked through the halls. I was making my way to a side door that led stairs to the parking lot.

I stepped out into the cool fall air and walked quickly to my car. My phone buzzed in my pocket. This time it was ringing.

"Baby! Where ya going?" Kourtney's sweet voice came as soon as I answered.

"Just to clear my head a bit," I answered as I slid into my car. 

"You okay?" She asked concern laced in her words. I smiled a bit to myself. Kourtney was a sweetheart. 

She reminded me of...someone.

"Yes. I'm fine, baby girl,"

"Okay...I just wanted to make sure,"

"Kortney get off the phone, bitch!"

Someone in the background hollered. I laughed.

"I guess I should let you go then, huh?" I say with a laugh. She giggled into the phone and I could just see her cute little blush spreading over her lightly freckles cheeks.

"Okay, talk to you later?" She says. I nod for a second forgetting that he couldn't see me.

"Of course," I say. We say our goodbyes and hang up. I pull out of the parking spot and drive out of the lot. I didn't have anywhere specific to go. So I settled for just driving and wasting gas.