"I'm supposed to kill you," I told him, "I bet," he whispered, staring through my glasses, "I should ask....why haven't you killed me?" I asked him "I don't know," he said in a monotone voice as he came closer, pressing his chest against mine as he lifted my chin "You need to leave-" "and you need to die. Wanna write a to do list?" I asked making him smile wider

"I'm dating your son." "Oh, that's cute." "That's cute? Get the fuck back-" "listen, when I'm around you're mine, no one else's. I don't care,"