A little crazy

4

I stabbed at the ropes which became loose. At the moment I was in front of her. One hand holding the arm of the chair. She looked into my eyes, not moving, thinking it was a trap. I handed her the knife, she took it and jabbed at me. I effortlessly locked her arms in-between both of mine,martial arts style, she kneed my groin. Her knee hit metal. I snatched the knife from her grasp and threw it at the wooden table. Upon impact it got stuck.

She looked at me, with wide eyes and swallowed. I moved back letting go of her hands. ‘I thought you said you’ll forgive me’.
‘Words are over rated’, she retorted.
‘Definitely, does it shock you that I predicted your move of hitting my balls’.
‘It does actually, you hate me that much’, she said, getting out of the chair and standing a solid metre from me.
‘I proposed to you when we were 4, you refused, asked you out when we were 8, you refused. I asked you to be at my dogs funeral, whom you supposedly unintentionally poisoned… you didn’t come. You just sent a box of hard disgusting chocolate sticks and most hurtful of them all, your dad married my mom’.
She shook her head. ‘And because of all that you planned this out’, she asked with a low voice,taking inch by inch steps backwards. ‘ I had to teach you a lesson. If you called me brother once during the torture period, I promise I would have broken your nose and I’m glad we were never on that basis’.
‘Dad and…mum will be mad when they find out about this. You’ll be sent to a mental asylum’.
‘All I wanted was for you to give me a little attention. But you never did. Not ever’.
I put my hand at my back and pulled out a gun. She looked on at me, then quickly she swivelled her feet and took off. Running helter skelter. I smiled. This was just a toy gun. She tripped and fell and made groaning noises. I pulled out my phone and turn on the flash-light. The fake gun was behind my back. She seemed to be badly hurt as she was unable to get up. I had finished wrapping her ankle in a bandage and she lay back in the gamer chair since she felt a wreaking surge of pain all over her body.
‘I’d say thank you but I’d chock and die’, she said sadistically.
‘And I’d take you to hospital but I’d rather watch you hurt’.
‘I hate you’, she said with a humourless laugh.
‘And I love you’, I said while still crouching at her feet. She looked into my eyes and rolled her eyes. I looked back into hers mesmerized by her beautiful light brown eyes. ‘Should I give you a foot massage?’, I asked her.
‘No thank you brother’.
‘For saying brother, I’ll gave you a foot massage after all you can’t stop me. I have a black belt in torture’, I said with a chuckle.
‘And I have black-belt in smelly feet’, she said trying to make me disinterested. ‘You disgust me, step sister’.

‘But you want to kiss me and have the devils tango with me so badly don’t you, isn’t that all you want?’.
‘I’m no longer holding you captive so you can leave, I said pointing at the door on the far side, but before you leave,help me pack the things into the car’.

She smiled as she got up. ‘If you agree to give me your allowance money, all of your 10,000 dollars worth of savings,I know you have, agree to do all the home chores, agree to make good excuses when I throw parties at home and take the blame. Agree to never repeat this again and I agree to do my laundry until I say so and also agree to do whatever I tell you to,I’ll help you take the things to the car and keep this thing that happened a little secret. Which has shown me your dark-side and that I should be wary of you’.

‘I think I’ll take my chances with killing and burying you’, I responded.