3. isolation
“what about that other bitch, shouldn’t you kill her too?” I yelled back, yep, there was another bitch but he had to kill the one that was closest to me, surely as a power move, “you're a fucking coward. Rot.” Slap “in” punch in the gut “hell”
I kicked him in the stomach and he went flying out of the room. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me. Fuck. Chase. The only one person who I was enjoying the company of was staring at me and… smiling? With…. Pride? What the fuck. Who is this dude. As soon as I turned to looked back at Charles his elbow hit my head, which hurt like a motherfucker. Ow.
“fuck you Charles, you piece of shit.” I stumbled back a little and as soon as I was about to hit him harder Chase grabbed his neck and pinned him to the wall, and his leg held his body down. Damn. Hot. He was towering above him and staring down at him.
“You see where my thumb is Charlie. It’s on your thinning life line. And you feel where my leg is. It’s on your tiny fragile cock. Now you decided Charlie. Are you going to apologise to her, or are u going to lose your life. Cause I am known to leave a man bleeding behind. Do you know who I am Charlie. You recognise me?” Chase whispered it to him. Everyone around us had already scrambled. Who is he. Just like that Charles mummered a sorry and 2 seconds later he was unconscious on the floor. And just when I thought I couldn’t get more surprised. Chase looked at me and said, “I’m sorry I fought your fight Valerie , but I can’t see you get hurt and just ideally stand by.”
All I could say is, “who are you really Chase?”
“you’ll figure it out later love, I promise. But right now to make up for my interruption I have an offering.”
He removed a knife from his waist and I got a glimpse of what’s underneath that white tee I was dreaming of removing all night. And oh god. He handed me a small black foldable dagger. It had all this different carvings on it. A real piece of art. “it’s yours for now.” He said while taking another step closer to me. Our breaths aligned. I took the knife from his hand painfully slow.
“we will carve your name on his back, love. And then you will keep this with you indefinity. After today this knife is going to be used by me on people who dare lay an unwanted hand on you.” He pressed his mouth to my ear. “do me a favour though, keep it closer to your..” his hand went up my thigh and I found myself panting, “this way it would make it both a pleasure for you, when I retract it. And for me, when I slice up the boys that dare breathe your way.”
I opened my eyes which I didn’t know were close. He stepped away from me and walked towards Charles’ unconscious body.
I realised that instinct he wasn’t a person to be messed with, he was a killer, you could smell it a mile away. He was a person who would let the grey souls out of every body and not think twice about what to do with them. He was death, powerful magnificent death, and he’s chosen me a torturer to save his soul. He's chosen me, a gangsters trained mental torturer to mark upon. Together we could gain a lot of power, that is if he was worthy of my trust and I his.
“I know what to do after this. Close your eyes if it gets too much.” I told him. Killing must be his thing. But knife work and torture I could handle.
“sweetheart.”
“No Chase. Trust me. You wouldn’t have seen something like this.”
“I already know that. I wish we could hear him scream” He said and for a minute, I believe he knew everything there is to know about me.
I carved my name down his spine by curving into the epidermis so it scars. No tattoo can cover this up and it will hurt him for the rest of his life. I knew how deep to cut so I don’t permanently damage anything. Moving is going to be very difficult for him tomorrow. I did my handy work while Chase just sat on the floor and watched in awe. I think I saw his eyes glimmer too. The floor was covered with my ex’s blood but my dress was spotless, cause that’s how fucking good I was. We walked out of the party with no care in the world and we parted ways with in comfortable silence. I called a cab and waited. Maybe I will meet him again. Maybe I will find out about him through my spies. Maybe he was meant to be a perfect stranger, crossing my path just to help me get revenge as another form of therapy. I would be starting my new school next week anyway, so I have that to occupy my mind. I held the knife close to me. I don’t know why I’ll listen to this stranger but I’m going to need a leg brace to wear it every day along with my other ones.
As I sat in unknown territory I looked a timid person next me. She looked corruptible.
Mila Mathew, a sweet girl who had a love for art and coffee, entertained me on my first day of Ashtree High, I reminded myself of my motto and chose to get the information I needed to survive from her. She was dangerously friendly, like those people that were in need of friends and would take anyone under their wing. The first day Mila and I just spoke about her past life, hobbies, parents, romantic interests, apparently there was this boy who was her friend since a long time but he’s in love with someone else and sees her as a sister. It was a good start and it gave me practice to listen to people more than share with them, the day was just a buffer day we sat in one classroom ignoring the teacher’s ‘get to know each other’ exercises.