7 /METANOIA/

Finally, taking a last turn. we stop at a rusty gate. passing through, I'm guessing we have arrived at her place. reaching for her purse "be careful with your next step gorgeous" I warn her.

"your whole life could depend on it"

slowly, she fishes out a key and hesitates.

"open it" I say sternly

she opens the fucking door.

standing behind her at the threshold, i push her inside before she locks me outside.

not like she could

closing the door behind us, i seal it with a lock.

Dark.

where's the fucking switch.

looking for it at the side of the wall, the bulb soon comes to life. contrast from the dark world outside.

still on the floor from when i pushed her "get up" I bark at her. now I don't have any patience left. face down , still crying she doesn't look up even for a second.

too scared to face her own death.

I would be.

she still doesn't react to my command.

taking out my gun, loading it and sealing it with my silencer " on your feet gorgeous"

nothing

sobs

the sound of the scattered shards from the vase on top of the table above her gets her to do just that.

easy shot.

that has gotten me all of her attention. she has to die.

now on her feet, holding her face as if to protect it while crying. she doesn't want to look at the monster before her.

weak.

I like to face my prize.

"look at me"

a second passes, and she does just that, for the first time tonight I get to see her face.

karma is a bitch full of shit.

LINDA

shock!

I'm staring at him

this man before my eyes, beautiful. sinful.

I cant help but admire his angelic face, so aggressive, dark. Satan himself. long unreal lashes surrounding the darkest pair of brown eyes I've ever laid eyes on.

sharpest jawline ever owned by a man. hair so thick, enticing me to run my fingers through it.

perfect full lips for a dirty mouth.

he kissed me

those lips.

brows as thick and dark as his hair. a scar running along the left side of his face, from his left brow to his cupids bow. beautiful.

I notice he's doing the same, staring at me.

his mouth slightly open.

"who are you?" a question directed to me. he looks rather confused, eyeing me intensely, memorizing me. nostalgic.

eyes never settling, taking a step towards me.

I cant move

paralyzed.

his brown eyes entirely focused on me. so close.

eyes on me, eyes on him.

everything else forgotten, his gun no longer in sight.

reaching out his hand, I flinch.

run

stay

I then feel it, an innocent touch on my cheek, surreal.

pure

he doesn't stop tracing my skin, concentrated on his actions. his eyes follow the path led by his rough fingers. so brown.

I'm lost too.

he moves even closer, too close. I am hyperventilating, the air around us is not enough for both of us. I need space. this is not right.

wrong.

right

his touch feels personal. intimate.

my mouth parts with a gasp and his nose flares from my action.

too beautiful my eyes hurt.

so I close them.

just this once ill imagine I'm safe.

push him away.

opening my eyes to do just that, i catch the movement of his Adams apple. oh god.

a very muscular neck, straining with veins.

I gulp on my saliva.

what am I doing?

I take a fast step back.

the amazement in his face now turns into something else, anger.

pure raw anger.

my stomach turns. this is it, he's fucking crazy.

blinking rapidly, he pulls at his hair. he looks deranged. Mad.

he now looks for something, picking it up, his gun.

he aims it at me.

No

shrieking, I decide then to run for my life.

I might die, but ill fight for my life.

anywhere my legs can take me, safe from him. this monster.

racing for my room, my thoughts scattered.

almost there, almost..

"arghh"

I didn't realize my very own sound. flat on the floor, vision in transit. blurred.

I raise my hand to block the assaulting light from the bulb directly above me now. that's when I see his shadow.

his clear image now forms, above me in perfect view.

standing over me with his gun, staring.

black dots cloud my vision, feeling lightheaded. I let go.

welcoming the darkness.

peace, at last.