Sick Like Me

Rebekah Rose12 stories

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Ivy: I watch the news as reporters talk about the missing hockey players. They’re acting as if it’s some tragic loss for the community. I giggle to myself. I love the look of disgust on their faces as they contemplate what could have happened to those poor, innocent men. I killed them. I’m about to turn off the TV when it cuts to some blonde reporter standing next to a cop. I’m up and slowly walking towards him as soon as he faces the camera. Oh... Oh my. I fall to my knees in front of the screen, the tips of my fingers trailing down over his gorgeous face. I don’t even comprehend the words coming out of his mouth, but the sound of his voice makes me wet. Dripping wet. Then he winks at the reporter, and my eyes narrow when she blushes. I’ll slit her fucking throat. ____________ Damien: I like being a cop in this insignificant town. Maybe I became one out of pure spite to my asshole father, but this is my goddamn town. I also like being a drug dealer in the city. The big bad boss everyone is scared of. I keep my double life a secret, but someone found out who I am. Now my enemies know I’m a cop, and I have to play fucking politics with a bunch of old men who think they own the city. I’ll kill every last one of them. After I deal with the two missing university students in town, and the crazy redhead who most likely killed them. I think she’s taunting me. She killed some bitch and left her in my bed along with a few strands of red hair. I’ll find out who she is, but I won’t arrest her, I’ll just fucking kill her.