In the middle of the night, I awoke to the sound of glass breaking. I never found out what got him all worked up but well, honestly, I could care less.
Although, he did hurt me and is bound to do it again tonight. But well, not for long. I hear him standing at the doorway and I try to reach under the mattress for the small pistol I had hidden to find it--
"Looking for this?" he asks, holding up the gun. I swallow hard and sit up, ready to take some blows.
"I wasn't going to do anything Jace, I swear, please just--"
His hand was on the pillow, grabbing it tightly, pressing it to my face.
I scream into the pillow although it is muddled you can still hear it. He shoves me down on the bed, holding the pillow to my face tightly.
Not being able to reach the one thing you really needed to survive sucked.
I was kicking and screaming into the pillow and I was getting tired fairly fast. No, I think to myself, don't let him do this to you.
Therefore, I hold my breathing and hold it as I force my body to relax. Maybe if he thought I was dead he would leave me alone.
As if predicting the future, he does, releasing the pillow and dropping it. Now was the hard part. Since my eyes were open, I had to keep them like that, without blinking and in the same position.
Luckily, I was the best at staring contests.
I knew I looked like I was dead and apparently he thought so too. It didn't shock me about that but when he starting crying, now that's what shocked me. He had fallen to his knees, with tears coming from his eyes.
This would have been the last thing that I would have ever expected him to do. And strangely enough, I felt bad for him. I didn't know that he had actually cared about me, all I had ever thought I was to him was sex.
But now was my one and only chance at this. Quickly, as if by the best coincidence, I grab the gun he had laid on the bed before trying to kill me. I aim it at his head and pull the trigger, only to hear a click.
Seriously?! I think to myself. No bullets? And just to add to that disappointment, turns out he wasn't crying in a sad way, but kind of in that hysterical crazy way that evil scientist do.
He gets up and he smirks that same smirk he did the night he murdered my father.
I growl loudly in frustration and I kick him hard in the balls, which had happened to be right in front of my foot.
He cries out in pain and groans, falling to the ground.
"You son of a bitch!" he yells at me just as I jump off of the bed, running through the apartment, trying to get to the kitchen.
Little did I know that even though he was probably in deep pain, he was hot on my ass.
I grab one of the knives out of the drawer quickly and I turn around just in time for him to acquaintance the knife properly by bowing just as it entered his stomach.
I smile and extract it just as he falls to the floor of the tiled kitchen. "How does it feel, huh?" I ask smiling at him. I stab it in again, just a little higher, right below his ribcage. He groans loudly.
"What was that?" I ask, leaning in closer. His saliva covers my face and I snarl as I wipe it off angrily.
"Did you hear that?" I hear him choke out. I turn as if I was walking away and then turn back, letting the back of my hand connect with his face.
I smile and kick his back as I walk away and into the bedroom where I had left the gun, lying on the unmade bed that he and I had slept in so many times. I grab the gun and open the drawer to the nightstand with my clothes in it and grab the bullet I had hidden in there with his name scratched into it.
Walking back out after loading it was pleasurable, watching him lie there on the floor in pain.
"You remember, don't you? Do you remember what tonight is, Jace?" I ask, looking at him, grabbing his hair and jerking him up and dragging him over to the couch and standing in front of him.
He just sits there and I sigh as I grip the knife in my left hand and bringing it over to his thigh, creating a large gash with the sharp blade, listening to him cry out in pain.
"Answer me," I say in a low tone, almost a growl.
"Yes," he says in a cracked voice," I remember."
I smile at him. "And what is today, Jace?"
"It's...it's the day I..."he trails off as if falling asleep.
"Jace!" I yell, grabbing his legs and pressing the knife against what he made love to me with and I press in the knife.
His shreik is loud and hurts my ears, but I love it.
"The day I killed your dad!" he yells through sobs. "Please Az, please don't do this," he pleads loudly, looking down at the knife and then back up at me.
"Why not!" I yell at him, pressing it harder.
"Because--because I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay there--I said it, are you happy?" he asks through clenched teeth.
I smile a wicked grin.
"Oh Jace, by now you should know that I'm never happy," I say right before cutting it off. The vein in his head bulges when he screams at the top of his lungs, but really? It's just music to my ears. I smile and stand before putting the bullet into his chest, only puncturing the lung so he would die a slow and painful death.
I grab the knife and cut his other thigh, only deeper, therefore I know he will bleed out, or die some painful death before the cops arrive.
I grab a picture of my dad from my leather bag and fold it up, stuffing it into Jace's mouth.
"You once asked me who I was. And you should've listened when I said I was your worst nightmare," I say smiling at him. He groans and tears run down his face, blood dripping from his lip, blood covering the floor.
I stand up straight and walk to the bathroom and wash my hands, removing the blood off my hands. I get on top of the toilet, remove the vent and pull myself up, closing the vent silently behind me.
Then, I start crawling.
