Haunting-Adeline

“Bro, let’s talk about this. That girl is not worth you killing me over. Do
you realize what my family will do to you? To her?”
“Did you really think I was going to kill just you?” I volley back, quirking a
brow to show how unimpressed I am with his warning.
His face turns beet red, like the apples my mother used to pluck for me
from the orchard as a kid. Always loved those things.
Threats spill from his mouth, fueled by rage from his family’s un mely
fate.
“You’re doing this because I almost fucked a girl?! I didn’t even fucking
know she was yours,” he bellows, veins popping from his forehead.
Not a pre y sight.
In response, I stab the screwdriver straight into his stomach. He gapes at
me, his mouth parted in shock. A moment passes, and then he’s coughing
up blood. An array of emo ons filter through his eyes. Pre y sure I see the
five stages of grief in there, too.
I bend down and grit out through my teeth, “What you and every sad
motherfucker that even looks in her direc on will learn is no one is safe
when it comes to her. I don’t care if you only breathed in her direc on the
wrong way, you will fucking die.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” he chokes out, looking down at the screwdriver
s cking out of his abdomen in disbelief. Definitely hit vital organs this me.
Slowly, I pull the screwdriver out, the suc oning noise quiet against the
backdrop of his scream.
The unbridled anger pulsa ng through me is relentless—unstoppable.
And the image of his hand in her pants, kissing her, whispering shit into her
ear, and making her come. It all fuels the violent storm in my head. I plunge
the screwdriver back in when the image flickers of her face. Wan ng him
back. Climaxing for a shitstain like him. I’ll have to erase his touch from her.
And soon.
I rip out the screwdriver and take a deep breath. I have to remind myself
she doesn’t know me yet. She doesn’t understand what true need is. Not
yet, but she will. Because she’s going to hate the way she needs me. She’s
going to fight it, rebel against the craving and a empt to search for
something else that makes her feel even a frac on of what I will.
She’ll never find it.
And I won’t let her try.