My Beast

[18]

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I'm not him

I'm not him

I'm not fucking him

Who the hell is him?

I sat there staring at the wall feeling the hot water hit my back as my mind ran 100 miles per hour not letting go of those 3 words that change everything. I looked down at my fingers comparing them to raisins noticing that I've been in the shower for a while.

I turned off the water getting out drying off and putting on black leggings with my yellow tank top grabbing a hair tie twisting my wet hair into a ponytail.

I was done, I was sick and tired of the games he pulls and the confusion he wants to put me through without caring who he hurts or who he damages.

I walked down the hallway stopping at his door opening it not a care in the world to what was happening behind it. He was at his window with a glass of what I can assume is scotch of course seeing him take sip by sip.

"Ask your question beauty?" He stared down at the window not even one fucking glance at me.

"Who is he?"

"Someone I wish I can kill." He sighed walking over to his desk grabbing the bottle pouring the last bit of liquor left sitting down in his chair.

"Why?"

"He messes me up, my mind is under his control. He has the emotions that can break down my whole plans and businesses right at his disposal and there's not a damn thing I can do about it."

It was like he was talking about a whole different person when referring to himself or what I thought was him, his strong, rough, aggressive tone wasn't there at the moment it was like he was put on pause to explain the feelings he never wanted.

"Does this have anything to do with my mother?" I asked hoping in my head it didn't include her at all.

He got up and smiled walking up to me but stopping and turning around with his back facing me breathing heavily placing his hands on his desk.

"Did you know my father always said if you feel like making a deal with the devil look at your shadow and see if your bigger than you, if you weren't than you would be destined to burn."

"In hell?" I asked trying to see his face.

"No. In your own fucking mind. If you couldn't go against something that's apart of you how were you suppose to make a deal that will grab you by your feet and drag you down to the end of the earth."

"What are you trying to say?"

He turned and walked up to me putting out his hand and looked at me waiting, hesitating I grabbed it and he pulled me close bringing me to his desk. Giving me a drink, "Cheers!" He exclaimed.

He drunk his down and I stupidly did as well feeling the taste of alcohol hit my tongue almost feeling a burning wave of it. I squinted my eyes forcing it down the back of my throat letting it wash over me.

"More?" I held out my glass feeling bold and another pump of adrenaline burst through my veins in power and strength.

After several minutes and glasses of liquor Beast got up from the floor as I was lying down and opened his closet doors looking for something that seem to be old by how much dust hit the air. He pulled out a radio or player plugging it in and unclipping the disk player adding a CD in it, hearing a nice piano melody that was really soothing adding to the scotch.