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The door opens and in walks Leonardo Colombo.
I keep my knife close, not wanting him to see it still. I don’t want to start the damn fight, but I’ll finish it if I have to. The water runs down my back, making my shirt stick to my skin, and I quickly regret putting it on.
Leo takes in the scene in front of him. He looks at Camilla first, naked in the tub, leaning her head back on the tiled wall with streaked makeup all over her cheeks. It kind of makes her look like a raccoon for a second, and I try to hold in my smirk. She’s a beautiful disaster.
The son of a bitch pulls a handgun out and points it directly at my face, making me smile. Does he think I’m scared of him? I’d welcome death with a smile on my face right here, right now.
“What the fuck do you want?” Leo asks me, rooted to the spot. “To piss me off?” Maybe it’s a stupid decision. I should probably stay where I am instead of instigating him, but I can’t help myself. I hate him for what he did to me. Yeah, this is personal, and I will make it my mission to ruin his life. Hetookher from me, in more ways than one.
I walk toward him until my forehead meets the barrel of his gun, and then I push against it. “Did it work?” I smirk, and his jaw clenches. He acts like he didn’t do anything to me, which is even worse than if he acted like an asshole about it. Leonardo doesn’t even acknowledge the way he ruined my life because he doesn’t give a fuck about anyone, only himself.
“Stay away from Camilla.” He presses the gun to my forehead, and I push back against him, making him stumble. “Or you’re going to wish I would’ve killed you right now.”
“Oh, I’m already wishing you would,” I reply, flicking my knife open and bringing it under his chin before he can even blink. I press the tip into his skin, and a trail of blood drips down his neck and onto his white button-up. He should know better than to wear this shit anyway. “Because if you don’t kill me right here, I will hunt you down until I’m tired of playing with you. Then I’ll slit your throat when I get bored.”
“I have a gun to your fucking head, and this is what you do?” Leo chuckles, which only puts more pressure on his skin as more blood trails down his front.
“Let’s see who’s quicker?”
The water splashes behind us, and I can tell Camilla is standing even though I can’t see her. “Are you going to put your dicks away?” she sighs, “This is getting boring.”
Leo drops the gun, and I lower my hand to my side. He makes no move to touch the wound on his neck, displaying no weakness. I’ll keep this in mind when I torture him. I’ll have to be more dramatic when it happens. Hewillscream for me.
This time though, I’m the one who’s leaving. He and Camila have unresolved issues, and there’s nothing I can do to prevent him from punishing her somehow. I don’t want to be around to find out what it will be or get irrational and stop him. I have to remember she’s just another pawn in my game. A vital pawn in my plot for revenge against him.
That’s all she will ever be to me again: a means to an end.
And that’s why I walk away from her without looking back, slamming the door shut and leaving her behind with what will probably be her own personal hell tonight.
15 Years Old
It’s been three months since I’ve come to Garry Park almost every night to meet up with Nik. Three months of endless laughter and three months of the most beautiful silver eyes I’ve ever seen. Not that I would ever admit that his smile lights me up on the inside, more so than Leo’s ever has. That, I will take to my grave. Nik seems to be humoring me, meeting me every night because he’s already here. Besides, he’s a year older, and I doubt he wants to be with a little girl like me. No, he must be focused on what boys his age are doing. Like having sex with lots of girls to get experience. At least, that’s what Leo has been doing lately. When he realized I wouldn’t give him my virginity at fifteen years old, I guess that was a deal breaker.
I keep telling myself I’m not hurt, but I am slightly wounded that he’s not my boyfriend anymore, and we’re not even friends.Mammasaid I should forgive him, considering he’s my future husband, but I don’t think so. At least not anytime soon. Not until he gets it together and doesn’t take me for granted anymore. Which means he has to stop flirting and fucking everything that has a vagina. That probably won’t happen for a long time.
Nik doesn’t treat me like that though, which is probably why I feel he doesn’t like me. That’s alright, I only need a friend right now. Being Leo’s girlfriend was enough of a disaster for many years to come.
The crunch of the mulch under my Nikes is the only sound as I make my way toward the slide, knowing my friend is inside of it, just staying there until he knows it’s me, then barreling his way down. He likes to pretend he doesn’t mean to bump into me, but he loves to annoy me, so he hits me on the way down every single time. My secret? I like when he does it, so I let him.
“It’s me, Nikki,” I sing, and he groans at the nickname.
“Do you always have to call me that?”
“You gave me a nickname.” I smile, waiting for him to come down the slide. “It’s only fair I give you one too.”
Nik is on me in a second, tackling me to the ground. His weight is pressed against my body and I scrunch my nose when his breath hits my ear. “But my nickname for you is actually beautiful, Camilla.”
“Whatever,” I huff, noticing the bottle of Vodka in his hand, right next to my head. “That could’ve hit me, you know.”
“You’re real dramatic,you know.” He mocks the way I speak, constantly. “I figured I’d have some fun today. It’s Saturday, after all.”
“You could be out with your friends,” I tell him, as if being here with me wastes his time. And maybe it does. I don’t know how he feels about it. “Partying, getting girls, or whatever it is sixteen-year-old boys do.”
“I could be out with my friends.” He nods, his breath on my face, smelling of mint and Vodka. So he’s been drinking already. “Iamout with my friend.”
“You are?”
“Did you think I came out here because I feel an obligation toward you?” He chuckles, lifting off me in a wobbly attempt, and I push him off to try to help him. “If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t risk my head for seeing you.”
