CHAPTER 33
Before checkout time, I was out of the hotel and back on the road. I felt refreshed and restless to get to Kill. I made the rest of the drive in less than two and a half hours.
When I pulled up to the house I still thought of as home, I was occupied by a multitude of emotions. I was unable to grab a hold of one as they flitted away before I could grasp how I felt. Carefully, I climbed out of the car and hobbled to the front of the house.
My natural impulse was to open the door, but I remembered at the last second I technically didn't live there anymore. It felt odd to knock, and I was thankful I had the crutches to hold me up. I waited impatiently for a couple of seconds, before lifting my hand to knock again. The door opened before I could connect with the wood.
I stared at the tall, leggy blonde bursting out of her tiny pink tank top, who was most likely losing blood flow from the tightness of her painted-on shorts. Her hair was curled and half of it was pulled back from her heavily made up face. Her slim body was covered in tattoos. Both arms had full sleeves, and her legs were also covered. I hated her the moment my eyes landed on her. My stomach burned, knowing she was the type of bar skank Kill had been famous for bringing home.
“Can I help you?” she asked in a nasally, bitchy voice. She braced her arm on the door so I couldn’t see inside.
“Is Kill here?” I asked. My voice was stronger than I felt, and I was proud at how well I was keeping it together. Visions of swinging my crutches and breaking her perfect face darted through my mind, but I didn't act on them.
“Faith?” I heard Van say. He moved the blonde bitch out of the way and pulled me into a bear hug.
“Who’s the bimbo?” I asked into his ear, needing to know if I’d already been replaced.
“That’s my girlfriend,” he answered, completely stunning me. “We'll talk later. I'm so glad you finally showed up. We couldn’t take it without you much longer,” Van said as he helped me into the living room.
D was on the couch watching TV. When he saw me, he shook his head. "I'm glad you're home, Faith. Just know that I can't handle you two breaking up again. If this is your fairytale you’d better fucking live it." He got up off the couch and kissed my cheek before walking outside.
“Don’t worry about him. He's just pissed Kill has been such an asshole. He doesn't like the tension in the house. It makes him antsy.” I glanced at the closed front door, feeling bad for D.
“Seriously, don’t worry about it. He'll find the one for him. He's been pissy, because we haven’t heard anything from the record label yet. But we can talk about it later. Now, go get your man,” Van said, hugging me again.
During the whole interaction, Van’s Barbie girlfriend stared at me with laserbeam eyes. “Bently, this is Faith, or, Kill’s Slick,” Van said, when he took note of Miss Thing’s glare.
“Hi, Bently. It's nice to meet you,” I said, giving her my best fake smile.
My eyes didn't stay on her long. My attention went to the stairs, at the top of which I knew Kill waited. “Go. He's in your old room.”
My heart skipped a beat when Van told me he was in the room we’d shared instead of his old one. I made it up the stairs slowly, taking my time as I navigated them with the crutches. When I opened the door, I found Kill on the bed sleeping.
I closed the door quietly, not wanting to wake him up just yet. I ambled to the side of the bed, making as little sound as possible. Even though it hadn’t been long since I‘d seen him, the sight of him still made my heart stutter.
He was shirtless and in a pair of jeans. In his hand, he clutched the t-shirt I’d stripped off before leaving the house the last time I’d been home. He lay on his back, his new tattoo was on full display for me to inspect.
It was almost an exact replica of the one on my wrist, except bigger. "Faith," was written on the metal plate. I set the crutches down and crawled into bed next to him. He didn’t wake up, but his body automatically turned toward me, and he pulled me into his chest.
Passion flared through me when my ass connected with his crotch. My body, starved from Kill for so long, started pumping lava through my veins contracting from my molten core. My vagina wept with joy at having her Kill back.
I rubbed my ass against him and he hardened instantly. Kill tightened his hold on me and buried his face in my neck inhaling deeply before jerking away. I turned over to see him sitting up with a stunned expression. He was pressed against the headboard for support.
"Hey Killer, you realize I’ve never been in your room?" I asked him, breaking the silence.
"This was my room when I was little, and I like it better. It smells like you. I've never been with a girl in this room except you. The other room has nothing in it for me." He sat up and rubbed his hand through his hair.
“Please tell me you're really fucking here,” he whispered. His arms didn’t reach for me, and my heart broke. I had hurt him so carelessly while it was obvious how much he loved me. I stroked his cheek, feeling the stubble scratch the tips of my fingers.
"I'm here. This time I'm not going anywhere. I’ve made so many mistakes with your heart. I pushed you away when I should have been holding you tight. I'm so sorry for everything I did to you. I promise; I'm done running." I blinked back the tears as I watched Kill's muscles bunch as he took in my words. My heart sped when he didn't turn to me right away, and I was afraid I’d ruined my chance.
I took a deep breath and tried once more to reach him. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I love you, Killer, if you still want me.”
He cut me off, launching himself at me and pinning me under him, kissing me fiercely. I moaned into his mouth when I got the first taste of Kill on my tongue.
“I'm so glad you're here. Please don't push me away again,” he growled as he kissed his way down my neck to my collarbone. “I was about to highjack Jet’s truck and go get you, tonight. That's why I was taking a nap. I almost murdered the kid who delivered my car when you didn't show up right away,” he admitted as he lifted my shirt.
I arched so he could whip it off easily.
