My Beast

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Beast

Time passes as does my patience waiting for the answers that will lead me out of this hole. I grow more angry by each night knowing she is somewhere I'm not.

She's been there for the past weeks and I can't do anything to find her, I'm a fucking monster, her Beast. My mind is playing tricks on me for which I don't have time for, he's playing with my emotions and I can't have that feeling right now.

I feel him start to unravel when we're alone he pulls to let out the feelings he's been trying to express every coming day. I can't, I won't let him take over my body when the only person who i let consume me isn't here.

I wait in the dark hearing as the son of a bitch shuts his car door clicking the remote to lock. He slams the door his heavy footsteps stomping around.

"Damn it! Abigail did you forget to pay the electric bill!" He yells taking off his coat and gun belt throwing his keys on the table.

"Fucking bitch!" He mutters still so stupid not to notice me. I can feel the sharp shard of the tip on the knife I brought imagination taking over my thoughts. He walks over to the kitchen angrily muttering to himself.

"ABIGAIL!" A sound catches his notice as he looks up curiously hinting something is in fact wrong. He watches the dark scanning each feature of his whores house looking for what's wrong but like the idiot he is shrugs it off.

"What the hell!" His face grew white as pale grey eyes widen and breath whipped out of him. He stubbles back shaking his head looking at the mess he caused.

His whore of the week and wife's throat slashed piled up on one another melting the white bed with their crimson blood.

"No! Fuck Grace! Who the hell did this to you!"

He couldn't comprehend so cowards do what they do best. He ran straight for the phone but disconnected, then to the table where he left his gun but of course it was gone.

"I did." The lamp beside me turned on finally giving him a face to match the masterpiece I laid out for him.

"Sir? Beast-t! What the hell are you doing in here." Trying to look the tough he speaks with authority and tried to stand his ground.

"Captain, I'm going to ask you two questions and I want them to come out your fucking mouth truthfully. If they do you'll get a chance to walk out of here alive, and if they don't then you will not be walking anywhere anymore. Do you understand?"

He shook his head frantically trying to up his figure while looking all over the room.

"Have a seat." He sat and I stood over him with my knife pressed against his neck.

"Let's make this fast, you work for me and only me, you wouldn't go against my orders, would you captain?" He shook his head no.

"Good I'm glad, now when we started talking on the phone the other day I told you not to move anything, did you?" His eyes moved as I watched him sweat more than ever. He tried to pulled his neck back but all it did was bring my blade closer cutting his skin.

"See captain I already know the answer and the fact that you were leaning over to lie TWICE! Shows me that you are a coward that can be bribed by any amount of money, rich or poor you would do what is necessary for you. Now you made your choices here's your reward."

"Wait!I did it for my wife she was sick and it wasn't even me I gave my men the orders, kill them and their families,!" Son of a bitch will pon over anyone to get out of his own consequences.

"Please if you have a heart you'll-." His screams echoed as I plunged my blade deep in his neck cutting his vocal cords and everything he's needs to breath. His eyes widen in fear knowing I was the last face he'll ever see again.