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His words angered me. I couldn’t understand why, especially since he was right. I would regret it, probably allow the guilt to eat me alive and never leave my apartment again. So, why?
And after that, I didn’t think.
My hand moved on its own, and as soon as Micah turned his back to me, I found myself taking a fast step forward, plunging the knife deeply into his shoulder.
A low hiss slipped from his lips at the sudden impact, but it wasn’t like anything I’d imagined. I thought he’d show pain, that I’d finally see him break, even slightly. But no, the only thing I did see was fury take over.
I took a step back, leaving the knife in his shoulder, and put my hands on my mouth as I watched in disbelief.
‘‘I cannot believe I just did that.’’ I stared, wide-eyed, as Micah completely turned around.
A small groan slipped his lips as he grabbed the handle and pulled the knife out. Blood covered the blade, droplets falling to the floor. The sheer horror overtook me, but nothing was as terrifying as the look in his eyes.
‘‘You’re about to fucking believe it.’’
Then, he stormed towards me.
When you look out of the window, who do you see?
When you’re all alone, who do you think of?
Are you eager to see me?
Is that why you've been looking for me?
XVII
STORM
A loud scream pierced through my lungs, and with that, I fled.
I had two options: either try to walk through the front door, escape the cabin and freeze to death, or go upstairs and hide in his room. First option was slightly tempting, until I remembered how much I suffered the last time I did that, hence I opted for number two.
I’d never been as quick, yet it wasn’t enough. I started to close the door behind me, but he slipped his foot and busted the door open before I could run into the joint bathroom. The more I was backing away, the closer he seemed to be getting.
And Micah was now pissed.
I wasn’t sure if it was because I allowed my intrusive thoughts to win, or because I ran away, but the fact remained – he looked like a wild animal that was ready to pounce on its prey.
My hands were in front of me, as if that was supposed to slow him down.
“Can we talk about it?’’ I laughed, nervously. I started to sweat, anxiety slowly rising. “It was an accident; I promise I didn’t mean to hurt you.’’
“You didn’t mean to hurt me,’’ he repeated, eyes narrowed. “Then what was this supposed to do?’’ He put the knife in front of me, blood still lightly dripping from it.
In a swift motion, he wiped the blade on his shirt, though a few stains remained. Eyes still locked with mine, he strolled towards me, his chest colliding with my palms. There was little to no distance between us, and I was overly concerned.
“I didn’t do it on purpose.’’ I swallowed. “it just sort of happened, and I am very, very sorry.’’
Micah clicked his tongue, tilting his head to the side. He didn’t believe a single word that left my mouth, and granted, I wouldn’t have believed it either.
Why the hell did I do that?
It just came to my mind, seemed tempting for half a second, and before I could completely disregard the thought, the knife was in his shoulder. He wore a black shirt, so I couldn’t see the damage, but undoubtedly, it was bleeding a lot.
‘‘Show me,’’ Micah said.
‘‘What?’’
