“I'll see you tomor-…” My door slams shut, cutting him off in the process.Why did I just kiss him? What the hell is wrong with me?
She kissed him. She fucking kissed him. Warm tears begin to blur my vision as I try to forget what I just saw. Did I see that right?She kissed him. They're back together; they have to be. She never really wanted me, and I was so stupid to believe that she could be falling for me.
“FUUCK!” My scream bounces off the car’s fabricated interior. “You're supposed to loveme!” I want so badly to get out of my Honda and run down the sidewalk until I reach her house, but instead, I'm screaming in my car and pulling on my steering wheel until it shakes. “Was everything you said a lie?” I look up at her room as she stands, holding her phone behind her closed curtains.
“You're everything to me, and you kiss him?! FUCK!” I cry out again, this time muffling my heartbroken wails in my hands. “Damn it, Candi. You were all that I cared about in this fucked up world…” I continue to sob until red illuminates from his taillights and creates small lines of light through the openings of my fingers.
The realization hits me like one of Rayne's loud riffs when I'm too close to his amp at practice.Zane is leaving.The tread from his heavy tires makes deep indents in the freshly blanketed snow on the empty road. “I have to follow him, Candi. He needs to know that you're mine.”
His car moves quickly around the next corner, but I keep my lights low and stay in the shadows behind the street lamps.He’s still so clueless about the obsessed, heartbroken punk who's been trailing him all night.
We both stop in front of his giant house; I take a deep breath before I grab the electrical cord and a dark colored ski mask lying sloppily in my back seat. “Sorry, Rayne. I'll buy you another cord. This one might get damaged…” With the number of times I've packed away my musical equipment, I'm able to swiftly wrap it tightly so it easily conceals in the inner pocket of my leather jacket.He won't be able to see what's coming next, and with my balaclava, he'll have no idea who I am.
I pay close attention to his figure as he gets out of his car. He hurries up his walkway, and the soles of his Nike Air Force Ones almost slide on the icy cement, but I can't help but quietly laugh when he almost freezes as my door slams shut.
“Hey, asshole. I think you're at the wrong house.” His eyes follow me closely as I take another step towards his property. “Are you deaf or something?!”
“Oh no, I'm not deaf. I heard you loud and clear, and I don't think I'm at the wrong house…” He practically slips backwardson the sidewalk, falling on the stone step. “You're exactly who I’ve been looking for.”
“Wh-ho the hell are you?” His once arrogant eyes watch me like a hawk.
“Does it matter?” I sigh while reaching into the inner lining of my coat. “You've never noticed me at school, you'll have no idea who I am now.”
“What are you going to do with that?!” His scared gawking goes from me to the power cord.
“This is what I like to call an electric cable. Normally, I use it to plug my bass into my amp. Tonight, however, I'm going to use it to keep you from taking my girl…”
“Who the hell are you talking about?! I don't fucking know whoyour girlis!”
“You know damn well who I'm talking about! You don't get to have her! You can't have Candi!”
“Candi?! You wantmyCandi?!”His Candi?! He can't be fucking serious. She's mine! She told me we belonged together, and I'm not going to let this fuck tell me any different!
“You think she's yours?” His body flinches so close to mine as he watches me unravel the cable. “Was she yours when she was inviting me into her room?” More of the thick cord goes lax in my hands as I move in closer to him. He doesn't think I can tell when he makes his best attempt to scoot nearer to the front door.
“You're lying. She wouldn't do something like that…”
“Oh, I think she would… and she sounded so fucking sexy when she asked me to fuck her faster andfaster...”You're so upset that your sweet little Candi would be with a guy like me that you don't even notice what's being wrapped around your neck.
“That’s not true! Candi wouldn't do that to me…”
“You don't think so? Maybe we should call her up and ask her?” I whisper low and deep in his ear.
“Y-yes! C-call her!”
“Ah, ah, first, I want you to ask nicely…” I tsk as I feel his body stiffen as I begin to pull up on the cord.
“P-please just call h-her—” he chokes and makes his best attempt to pull on the restricting electrical cord around his throat with his hands.
“I want Candi… do you know the song? Who am I kidding? Everyone knows that song… I want Candi… sing it for me…” I pull harder as I watch the golden hue of his skin turn purple under his yellow porch light.
“What?”
“The clock is ticking, Zane. Sing it for me, and then I'll put her on the phone… I… want… Candi…’’ the words move out of me in rigid breaths through my deadly instructions when I pull back and impatiently. I wait for him to rasp out the familiar chorus.
“I-I …” his voice strains against the tight constraints. “I w-want…” His wide mocha eyes begin to bulge in their sockets.
“Ah… Come on, Zane, is that all you've got?” With one hand, I continue pulling on the ends until I can hear his constant gasps for his final breaths. “She would be so disappointed in you.…” I grab my phone from my side jeans pocket and scroll through the list of missed calls. “Oh, there she is, let's give her a call. We can tell her what a terrible singer you are.” I can't help but smirk, with my lips moving under the knit mask. His body involuntarily shakes as we both wait through several rings until we reach her adorable voicemail.
