"What the hell Carter?!" I spin around to face him as soon as the apartment door is slammed shut.
His face is lightly blushed as a result of all my yelling. Slowly his hands are lurking in his pants pockets. Acting so innocent after showing me his true colors.
It's pathetic.
I never do this. I never yell at him, never had a reason to before this night.
"Calm down." Carter raises his hands in a soothing gesture. "Everything is going to be just fine Gianna."
I'm not close to being eased by him.
"How can you not see how messed up this is?" I let out a crazy humorless laugh. The nonchalance is driving me over the edge.
He didn't bother explaining anything on the ride back from the restaurant. Just insisting that this was a proper outcome.
We are not those kinds of people.
At least that's what I thought.
"You just want me to calm down?! Maybe if you could explain what the hell just happened back there?" I launch forward with all my body weight attempting to attack.
Carter stumbles backward, clashing with the painting on the wall. A miserable grunt leaves his throat.
"Calm down Gianna." He has the guts to let out after the scene I just witnessed.
I waste no time, my hands are pounding against his broad chest while he's held against the wall.
His strong fingers slingers around my wrists, I'm struggling to get his thorn-like hands away.
"It's not that bad Gianna. You need to calm down. I'll explain everything."
His suit is torn up, blood splatter is decorating his shirt telling me it's real. It just happened.
Can't stand to be near this monster. He's a demon. Just like my father. Taking human life for granted.
It feels like my throat is being tied up, only the smallest of breaths manages to slip through. I need some air, need to wake up from this madness.
"Get away from me!" My body continues to be defiant, twirling around trying to escape.
I cast my ripped up glittery dress a glance, the bloodstains are too clear.
His blood is on my hands. The smell of iron is teasing my nose.
My mind is spinning with vivid images.
The victims' eyes were crystal blue, shining in different nuances. I've never seen anything like it before. Almost non-human. More like an AI.
"Just take a deep breath." Carter brings me back to the present. He doesn't see how wrong it all is though. Practically like he's used to it.
"Don't you feel guilty at all?" I manage to get loose and rush to the other side of the apartment, straight into the massive kitchen. Creating a large distance between the two of us.
With a clatter sound, I open up the drawer with knives to pick the biggest one with trembling fingers. I need to protect myself.
"I don't have time to feel guilty." He starts as I'm tightly hugging the handle. "Not when it comes to you. Your safety is everything to me." His voice is filled with dangerous poison.
"Stop talking!" I point the knife his way, not sure what the next move should be.
Maybe this is what I should do. Kill him. He deserves it. But then I'll fall do that side. The side I'm so eagerly trying to get away from.
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Trusting The Treacherous Renegade
Science Fiction"Okay I'll give you three seconds then I'll shoot if you don't start talking." "Fine, fine, fine, shit, calm down, would ya? Jeez." Kayn shakes his head and walks back to the couch. He throws himself down and relaxes while his legs are resting on th...
