“Sure you wouldn’t, and I would never chop your dick off if you step closer.”
I say and walk toward the kitchen area of my apartment. It’s an open space shared with the living room. I grab a kitchen knife and start walking toward him. He steps backward, his back hitting the wall behind him. I press the knife to his neck and kiss the side of it, right above the blade.
“You are not afraid of me, are you baby?” I whisper into his ear, pressing my body against his. He trembles under my hold, his eyes fixated on mine.
I trace a line on his body from his neck to his crotch with the edge of the knife until I let it settle against the fabric of his pants. I pressthe knife lightly, not enough to break the fabric or his skin, but enough for him to start trembling under my hold.
“Never, and I mean never, come back here again. Got it?”
I move my knife back against his throat, holding him still with the pressure of my own body. I press the knife harder against his skin; droplets of crimson liquid start to flow, and I pass my tongue over the spot. I take a step back and smile, my lips stained with his blood and a cold look in my eyes.
“You are fucking crazy!”
He spits back as I release him.
“At least I am not a cheater.” I wink at him, licking the blood from the knife like it’s a delicacy.
He rushes for the door, and I follow until I reach the door. I lean against the open door, watching him as he runs straight for the stairs,almost bumping into a woman who is trying to enter the apartment next door. I chuckle at the sight of this guy almost peeing his pants for facing a knife, and I yell before he disappears down the stairs.
“I would sleep with one eye open from now on Craig.”
I warn him, and then I step back into my apartment. I take off my heels and drop them on the living room floor as I walk toward the bathroom. I drop my clothes on the floor as I turn on the shower and step inside. The hot water washes over me, and I close my eyes, savoring the feeling. This night was too long; the only thing I want is to relax in here and then sleep.
It seems Craig has another plan, as my phone starts buzzing with messages.
Craig: Just remember, you stupidslut. I still have those photos you sent me.
Another notification follows, and the next message appears on my phone screen. I try to relax as I watch the messages arrive from where my phone is on my bathroom counter.
Craig: Come on Nova. You know I didn’t mean it.
Craig: Nova, you will regret this. No one is going to want you after I am done with you.
Craig: Stupid slut, stop ignoring me.
Craig: Okay, that was harsh. Please forgive me, babe.
Craig: You are worthless without me! Who would even look at you? You are a pathetic little girl.
Craig is going between begging for my forgiveness and insulting me for a few more messages until I have had enough. I get out of theshower and walk to my bedroom. I don’t bother drying myself off. I just grab the first set of clothes I can find. I put on a new pair of shorts and another white tank top. Similar to what I was wearing earlier. I slip into the same pair of heels and grab my keys and the gasoline tank I keep for emergencies.
Let’s see who is going to regret what,Craig.
Ash
By the time I return to the house, Aaron is sitting in the living room with his laptop on his lap. My dog runs to me and lies at my feet.
“Who bailed you out?” Aaron asks, already knowing someone did since I messaged him not to come and get me.
“Remember that girl from the race a month ago?” He pauses for a second, trying to remember who I am talking about, but Aaron never forgets faces, so finally, after a while, he seems to have found who that is in the abyss of information that is his brain.
“The girl with the pink hair, right?” He says with excitement for figuring it out.
“Bingo!” I wink at him before I grab the beerbottle from his hand and bring it to my lips.
“That’s mine!” He complains like a child who is possessive over his favorite toy.
“And now it’s mine. Go grab another one.” He doesn’t say anything else; he simply gets up and walks to the fridge. The open space allows us to continue our conversation.
