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“Yes?”
“You’ll tell me if there’s ever anything bothering you, right?” It’s as if he can read my mind sometimes. As if he can see the wheels inside my brain spinning a million miles a minute with the secrets I’ve kept from him.
“Yes, of course, Pike.”
“The only way we can make you feel better is if you tell me things.”
I know he’s needling his way in, he wants me to confess. Does he know what happened? Did he see? Or hear? The idea that Pike knows what happened to me makes me shudder. Granted, he did live in our home for a long while. That’s how we became closer, that’s how I fell in love with him. Just two kids unsure of how to be together when they were forbidden from birth.
Whenever I’m in this mood, he doesn’t like it. He won’t tell me, but I see it in the way he looks at me. There’s a sadness that burns in his blue eyes that reminds me just how fucked up I am. I hurt him and there’s nothing I can do about it.
He sighs, rising from the bed before he pads into the living room. There’s a deafening silence, only broken by the lighter flicking and him inhaling a long drag of his smoke. The creak of leather echoes when he moves, and then I hear it. He groans and I’m off the bed, racing into the living room. He’s at the window, watching the couple across the way. They’re fucking again. The lights are on and they’re clearly enjoying themselves.
My body tingles, and I notice Pike’s hand moving over his crotch. I’m saddened that he’s not behind me—fucking me—and that he has the need to watch them fuck. Does he not love me anymore?
The anger my thoughts conjure up have my feet moving. I’m in the kitchen, silently picking up Gigi who’s lying on the table. I move effortlessly to the door and once I’m on the landing, I race down the stairs and across the road. He won’t see me in the dark, perhaps he will but I don’t care.
When I shove my way into their building, I’m up the stairs and moving to the second floor in no time. Adrenalin pumps through my veins. I must look crazy, but then again, I am.
When I reach the floor they’re on, I note only five doors that it could be. Barefoot, I make my way over the worn carpet, but when I reach the end of the hallway, I hear them. The grunts and squeals.
Reaching for the handle, I shove open the worn wooden door and find the foyer empty. With a soft click, the door closes. My heart is thudding wildly in my throat.
They’re so loud, they don’t hear me as I inch my way into the room. I’m certain Pike sees me now. He can’t not see me from our apartment with the room blacked out. I offer a wave before I launch at the man. Shoving Gigi into his back and twisting it hard, I smile as blood spurts from the wound, drenching me. I which I had a bigger blade that would sink right through, hitting the dark hair that darkens his chest.
The woman attempts a scream which is muffled by my hand as I press her against the window. She’s tiny. Then again, so am I, but I’m stronger. Her body is trembling against mine. Her hands flailing as I stare into her soulless eyes. Jealousy burns through me knowing my Daddy was watching her get fucked. Did he like her? Did he want to fuck her too? I don’t like that he was hard for her. Me. I’m his girl. He’s only supposed to get hard for me.
“You whore! Fucking in the window like this. Do you like men jerking off over you?” I hiss in her face, smiling when her eyes widen with fear. “My Daddy is mine. Do you hear me? Mine! He loves me. Not you. You’re nothing but a filthy whore. A slut who wants men looking at her.” I lift Gigi, placing her at the slut’s throat, “time to go night-night,” I grin, slicing a smooth line from left to right. “You’re a slut, you’re a whore, you deserve to die perched on all fours. Your holes are fucked, your mouth is torn. Trying to steal my Daddy, makes me angry, and Gigi said we need to make you regret being born.”
Smiling down at the corpse, I want to wait until pales, but I know Pike’s probably on his way here. Shaking my head, I make sure to wipe the surfaces where my hands have been and leave the building satisfied that Daddy is still mine.
“Molly, what the fuck did you do?” Pike’s deep voice is troubled when he finds me in the street. I’m drenched in blood from that bitch. He tries to touch me, but I pull away. I don’t love him when he looks at other girls. They must all fucking die. I hate them all.
