Followed by the Silhouette

Chapter# 4

I'm sat outside his window and I'm drunk again. Too drunk to remember why I'm sat outside HIS house's window. But I'm armed. I have a gun and some other stuff. Maybe if I'll wait I'll know why.

I peeped in again. 

The sweat on my face is starting to get thicker and my breath is getting hotter.

He leaped down to grab the bottle as I heard the bathroom door.

"Better be off!", Kayla walked out. She's prettier than me. She's all chill. I envy quickly. Jealousy hits me, something green and thick in my blood.

I thought of getting my eyes away from her as I can't stand her looks. Instead, I gazed at his translucent eyes, narrowing as he smiled at her.

How lucky she is! I almost cry while being drunk and sick.

He is a paradigm of a beautiful man.

"You think I'll let you go?", he smirked.

God! He smirked at her. I love him when he smirks like that.

He relinquished the wine as he traipsed to stand behind her. I watched his fingers sliding around her waist.

Deeply inhaling in her neck, he nuzzled in her ear.

Get away from her! Get the hell away from her! I screamed internally.

She giggled as he started planting soft kisses, trailing her jaw to mouth. She moaned receptively, arching her back, making herself more inviting.

I'll kill you! I'll KILL you both!

I crashed in through the window, sneaking on a lovers' tryst.

They broke and gaped at me.

I saw Steve's pupils dilute with fear. Well, say hello to your psycho ex.

"Don't move!", I yelled, "You! On the floor to that side. Now!"

I felt heat radiating out of my face. I'm drunk but now I know what I'm here for.

He obliged as told. Kayla was however indifferent, she opened her mouth in an attempt to scream.

"Shut it!".

I scurried to Steve, furiously manacled his wrists and ankles with a spare wire I found near his lamp.

"You won't get away with it. You mental bitch! I told you, you are insane", he yelled.

I turned to her and believe me when I say she was visibally shivering. Her eyes widened as she studied me, her predator.

He watched with pity as I handcuffed and pushed her to the bed.

"I'll kill you if you lay your fucking fingers on her!".

My eyes light with amusement as I spot a stray, polythene sock on the floor.

Once his mouth stuffed, he muffled indistinctively.

"Come again!... Enunciate... Try using your sick words again!".

I sit on my knees in front of him and look at him with something he doesn't deserve. I watch his face with love. I don't know why I still love him even though he's not worthy.

My fingers traced his contours and I whispered, "The face you charm with". I hooded his face with a thick, small sack. The one I keep my knives in.

"Alaijaah!", he muffled.

My fingers flickered down his right arm tenderly with care, "The hands you touch with".

I picked my butcher's knife.

"Noooooo!" Kayla shrieked. She kept on screaming afterwards in her shrill voice, "Stop!".

I positioned the cold blade at his wrist, closed my eyes and hastened it through.

He struggled and breathed shakily. I saw tears running on his neck. He screamed. A scream too painful to hear.

I cried too. "Sorry, baby... I... I'm so sorry".

He winced and wailed with the stuffed sock. Dark blood pooled around him.

With partly sheer terror, Kayla began vomiting. She puked repeatedly.

I wiped my tears oddly.

"Let's wash. Shall we?"

"No!", she shook her head, "No, stay away from me!".

My head hurt from her shrill shrieking. I have to shut her up quickly.

With long strides I approach and seize her with a grip that's merciless. I haven't gripped anyone this tightly.

"You stole him from me! You're responsible for all this!", I say pointing at Steve who continued grunting and cringing.

She shook her head again and cried harder, "It's not my fault" her voice rasped with crying.

She walked erratically with me towards the bathroom. I surly slapped water in her mouth. The slapping grew harder and harder. Her face turned crimson.

"What do you want!", she demanded.

"Let's try something else, you're inapt for this kinda treatment".

I blocked the sink bowl with my scrunchie. My hair fell forward as I removed it.

My eyes relish the clear shivering. Maybe if she'll shiver more, I'll forgive her.

With one potent thrust, she's down.

Bubbling in the water, she tried to urge back up. The tap replenished more water on top.

As the waves and the urges ceased, she was pulled back.

Leaning down lifelessly. And Steve was already choking, making a thick, black sea on a white tiled floor.

"Die together!"

I started to laugh wildly, knowing that I'm filthy drunk and will not remember a thing in the morning. Not a single thing.