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She could hurt herself if she drove in that condition and I hated that I was caring so much. “Hop on my bike.” I tilted my head toward the bike and she shook her head in tears.
I snorted. “I could have hurt you, Dana. Get on or I'll leave you here.”
I buckled the helmet on her head as she climbed on the bike with me. I drove off to where she said her mother stayed.
I’d just drop her off close to her house and return to plan for the death of the next son.
Sam Antonio.
* * *
It was past two in the morning when I returned home, after I’d dropped Dana at her mother’s house.
I didn’t want to kill her, but I wouldn’t be able to help myself if she dared to snitch.
I pulled out my keys to open the door and while doing that, the hair on the back of my neck stood up and I suddenly felt chills run down my spine.
Someone was around.
I gripped the gun in my back when I heard footsteps, ready to attack. Who could that be? It could only be someone who followed me. Did someone trail behind me and I didn’t notice? I was not scared, but I was not prepared either.
I wasn’t a coward, but I wasn’t reckless.
I slowly turned and there he stood in his angel form.
What was Jayden doing here? What if I had pulled the trigger the moment I turned back? I would have hurt him, how could he be so careless to follow an assassin?
No, what was I saying? I was still going to hurt him, right? In fact I could pull the trigger now, Ishouldpull the trigger now so I could get him off my mind forever.
“Flower, hi.” He waved with a smile on his face, as if everything was normal. As if he was my best friend who came to visit me like he always did, or my boyfriend who came to visit me after a long day at work, or a crush who was finally here to ask me out.
“What are you doing here?” I asked in a voice barely there and he smiled again, deeper this time, making my knees go weak.
He was so unreal.
My eyes immediately picture the young Jayden –black hair, brown eyes, light skin. He was the most perfect boy I had ever seen.
One night I saw him, a scared young boy under his dad’s control and the next night I saw him –ten years later– he was a full grown confident man who pleasured me in ways I never thought I could be pleasured during sex.
He walked closer to me and I didn’t move. I should step backward, I should stop him. No, he should stop himself. He should get out before I hurt him, before I did things that I didn’t want to do to him.
He finally came close to me and cupped my face. My skin flushed and my cheeks hurt. I could feel his breaths on my face and before I could stop him, he slammed my back to my door and trapped my lips inside his mouth.
The push of my back opened the door and we both went in.
12
JAYDEN
She was still my Flower, she would always be my Flower.
Behind all that murders and darkness, she was still my girl. The girl who would blush whenever I called her Flower in front of other people, the girl who would hit my hand whenever I tapped her on the head like a baby, the girl who hated when I ruffled her hair, but would never stop me.
The girl who would giggle when I carried or tickled her, the girl whose eyes held stars and the girl whose smile alone could solve my problems.
She was still the girl I fell in love with even at a very young age, the only girl I saw a future with. The only girl I ever liked, the only girl I ever loved, and the only girl I ever wanted.
She was the reason I was ruined and I was the reason she was ruined. We both had faults in each other’s life and that was why we were the only ones who could complement each other.
