I have been watching her for weeks. Debating if I wanted to kill her, or lure her away. I saw the way she looked at James, and how she longed for Jake. I just wished that maybe our history together would overcome all of it.
I would always get close to pulling the trigger, or throwing the knife, but my love for her always succumbed my anger and hatred.
I just didn’t understand.
I fiddled with my gun holster as the man in front of me continued on with his useless speech.
“You were supposed to kill her. Not kiss her!”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. But the bounty on her head right now. I just thought...”
“I know you don’t care about her bounty! All you care about is her body and royalty!” The man said, spitting in my face.
Wiping my face sharply I resisted the urge to shoot the man then and there.
“Three weeks. That’s all I need.”
“Two. I want her dead body delivered on my doorstep, or she just might receive yours.”
Nodding my head I got up out of the metal chair and left the dimly-lit room.
I’m not ready to kill her, but I might visit her later.
“Please! Don’t hurt me! I’ll do whatever you want!”
“Your pleading won’t save you. I don’t care what you offer me. I have a job to do.”
“Please! I haven’t done anything wrong!”
“Well, you must of done something to upset a Mr. Jacques, because he wanted me to send you this little message.” I said, drawing my gun.
I pointed the barrel at his forehead and, silencing his pleas, pulled the trigger.
With a thud, his lifeless body lay on the floor.
I grabbed the back of his collar and drug him over to my car. Loading him in the back, I drove away.
After dropping him off at Mr. Jacques’ house, I drove off to visit a buddy of mine.
“Hey it’s me, Axel.”
I waited as I heard him unlocking the many locks he had on his door.
“Hey how ya’ doing?”
“I’m in a little bit of a tight spot right now, I was hoping for-”
“Say no more. I gotcha covered.”
I walked in, making sure to keep my hat low so no one would see me. Eyes everywhere.
“So who is the girl this time? And what’d you do to her?”
“Celeste, I dated her for a while, left, had some hookups, came back, and she is having a hard time because I left.”
“She know about the others?”
“No. I’m very thorough with covering my tracks.”
“Why’d you leave.”
“If I don’t know the deets, I can’t be of much service to you, now can I?” He said as he peered at me from over his glasses.
“Let’s just say I got into a bit of a tight spot with her father.”
He looked at me skeptically before shrugging and turning away.
He flipped through some files and handed me some paper work. “This should work... She pregnant?”
“No, not that I’m aware of. If she was... I would have noticed by now.”
He hummed and took a long gulp from his mug “Anything else I should know?”
“No. Thanks for the help man.” I said as I threw some money on the table.
He peered at it before shooing me off. “You got better places to be. Now get out of my house.”
“I don’t care, but maybe the others will!”
“Would you just shut up! There are no others!”
“Why don’t you just go find a nice cliff to fall off of!”
“Just shut up!” I yelled from my room. My mom and dad were always fighting like this. My mom says that dad only married her for her money, and dad says that mom gets her money from other men. If you know what I mean.
But they never split, I think it’s because they both couldn’t handle if I choose to live with the other parent.
But I mean, it’s not all that bad. They’re never home. I kinda get to do whatever I want, whenever I want. No one else knows though, mom says it would ruin her reputation, and dad needs the money because without her he’s broke. I on the other hand would die if anyone at school found out. But again, like I said, they’re never home. I never have to worry about it.
“I don’t care what you think! I’m going out tomorrow!”
“No you’re not! You’re probably out there with that Kaleb, or with Able, or maybe even with good ol’ Mr. Liam!”
“I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again! I! Ain’t! Seeing! Any! Other! Men!”
“Sure hon! I believe you! Now, why don’t you invite me to go along with you on your little outing!”
“I told you! It’s a private gathering with me and some of my friends!”
I covered my ears and tried to think of anything else. A few tears dropped from my eyes. I wiped them away immediately, ‘Men don’t cry!’ My dad once said to me before slapping me across the face. That was when I had been given a black eye at school. Since then, I don’t cry. Not in anyone’s presence anyway.
I banged on the door as hard as I could. “Shut up!” More banging. “Shut up!” More. “Shut up!”