The balls on this motherfucker after what I just saw.
I cocked my head to the side and slowly shook my head.He eyed my knife and backed away.
“Is this a joke? Did Soleil send you to scare me? Where’s the rest of your costume?”
I shook my head again and stepped forward. He turned and sprinted out of the room.
Knowing I’d catch him, I didn’t bother running after. I’d save the cardio for later.
“Fuck!” he screamed from the kitchen. The dog began barking from outside as his owner was panicking inside. “Will you shut the fuck up?” he screamed at the dog.
Yells at dogs. Another red flag.
I slowly crept up behind him and raised my knife. With one quick motion, I plunged the knife into his back. It made a sickening slicing sound and he fell over. He screamed and spun around, swinging his fist.
I leaned away and swung again, sticking the knife deep into his shoulder. It came out easy, and he fell to the ground.He struggled to his feet, his arm now limp at his sides.
“Do you know who I am?” He began fumbling with the drawers, pulling them out and letting them fall to the floor.Knowing he wasn’t getting away, I let him find a knife and point it at me. “Ha!” He grinned. “It’s your turn to run, fucking Ghostface. You think just because your face is covered, you’re safe? I know who you are.” He’d fallen against the counter and was struggling for breath.
“You’re one of her other guys, aren’t you? You’re fighting the wrong man,” he cried as I came toward him to finish this. “I love her. We need to kill—”
“Constantine?” I asked. The image of what was in his bedroom sprang to my mind.
He nodded.
And I slid the knife against his throat.
Rule 29 - Eisley
Watch who sells you out first.
Badflower played in my ears as I pruned my garden in the greenhouse the next morning.
I was considering Emi’s suggestion to use my money for a mini greenhouse at home. I glanced over at her plot where her pumpkins were thriving. I didn’t want to see her right now. I didn’t want to see any of my friends after hearing what they thought of me last night.
So what if I spoke to men on the internet for money? Slut-shaming was so over, and even then, I wasn’t doing hardcore pornography. Not that I hadn’t considered it. I’d been offered money to do so. There was one user specifically,FarawayFox, that had offered extravagant amounts of cash, but I hadn’t.
What would Constantine think if I decided to?
My brain got lost in thoughts of him, naked, on top of me. Despite it only being two days ago, it felt like ages. The soreness was mostly gone. Would it feel even better now?
His voice in my head, growling the wordwifesent a shiver of excitement through me, causing me to reach for my phone. I pulled it out to message him when I had missed calls from… everyone.Not sure who to call first, I chose Therese, as she was the last to call.
“Hello?”
“Oh, my God. Eisley!” Therese screamed and then began to sob.
“What’s wrong?” My gut tightened instantly. Was Emi hurt?
“Spencer’s dead!”
What?
“You need to get over here. They’re about to remove his body.”
“From where?” I was already running out of the greenhouse and to my car.
“His house. Oh my god,” she continued to sob.
