Valentine,
You will never escape me,
My Sinister Valentine.
Your blood will drip from my fingers and pour into my soul,
My Sinister Valentine.
My blood will join yours, and you will be mine. Once and for all.
Once you accept your fate, our hearts will become one and together we will reign in hell.
My SinisterValentine.
Now bleed with me.
My Sinister Valentine.
Signed in my blood,
Hayes Valentine, your Sinister Valentine.
Falling on my bed, I read the letter over and over again. I’m not sure how I feel. I don't know whether to be completely creeped out or to swoon for this man. For some reason, this speaks deep within my black and bloody soul, begging to be released, but only for him. Why do I get the feeling that if I told him my deepest, darkest secret that he would accept me with open arms, wanting to feed the little demon inside me? He wasn’t playing when he signed this with his blood. A dark crimson thumb print lays right underneath his name.
Bringing the letter to my nose, I inhale as my heart rate goes wild in my chest.I need to find him.Getting off the bed, I throw on my fucking uniform and leave my suite.
If I were Hayes, where would I be? Probably fucking that blonde he was with last night. But if he left me that letter, it only means he wants me to seek him out, right? The light bulb in my brain finally goes off.Hockey. Heading towards the sports center, I run into Syd and Kendall as I pass the cafeteria.
“Hey, Liv. How was your night? I heard some things.” Syd laughs, hip bumping me.
“I should be asking you the same thing, but I gotta run. Have you guys seen Hayes yet?” I ask, waiting impatiently for an answer.
“Damn Darlin’. You are jittery this morning. What's got you flustered?” Kendall asks.
“I’ll explain later. I just need to find the god himself. So, have you seen him?” They both look at each other, then back at me, shaking their heads.
“Okay then. I’ll meet up with you guys later and I’ll explain everything.” I assure them and they nod, heading into the cafeteria as I take off towards the arena. It feels like it takes me forever to get where I need to go, and now I’m out of breath.Fucking Christ.
Swinging the double doors open, I’m immediately hit with a gust of freezing cold air and silence.The arena is completely empty. Fuck.As I turn, I see Parker from the corner of my eye, coming out of the locker room freshly showered. Walking over to him, I place my hand on my hip and he stops short, raising a brow.
“Henry in there?” I ask, and he laughs.
“I don’t know a Henry. Sorry,” he says, walking around me. I huff and chase after him.
“Jesus Christ, is Hayes in there?” I quip and he laughs again.
“Naa, he didn’t show up for practice today. But we have a game tonight. Try then. I know he wouldn’t miss a game.” he tells me and I nod. Sighing in defeat, I walk back out the same way I came in and once again, chills race up my spine as if someone is watching me. Glancing around I don’t see anyone out of the ordinary.It’s gotta be in my head. No one knows you’re a killer Liv. Chill out! Getting back to my room, I grab my bag and head to my first class. I’m not really hungry so I skip breakfast. I wonder where he is? Probably with that skank from the maze. Ugh. Stepping into the classroom, I fall into my seat and stare out of the window.Why am I obsessing over a boy I just met?I really just wish I had someone who loved me just as much as I loved them. I’m always left alone. Look at the shit I go through with Dillon and in this moment it dawns on me. I promised myself that I wouldn’t pick men just like my father. Cheating, lying pieces of shit.I’m such a fucking idiot.And even more so because how many times did I cut a bitch, for touchingwhat is mine but he never has ever defended me. This just pisses me off. The bell finally rings and I grab my bag, leaving the room and heading to the next class. My phone buzzes and I reach into the pocket in my blazer taking it out. I swipe it open and read the message, stopping dead in my tracks.
Unknown:
Your secret is safe with me…but for how long?
I stare at the message for far too long. For the last two years this person has been sending me the same messages over and over again from time to time. I’ve never been able to figure out who it is. I even had a friend trace it but it’s a burner phone, which only sends the signal bouncing all over the place. Suddenly, my phone is snatched out of my hand and I growl. Looking up at the person dangling it in my face.
“Oh, it’s Henry. I’ve been looking for you.” I spit and he smiles, making my insides melt.
“How bad do you want your phone, Short Stack?” he asks, still dangling it in front of me. I go to snatch it but he raises it just out of reach.
