Chapter 61 DRENCHED IN BLOOD, DRAWN TO HER
~ Calvin ~
" Are you trying to fucking die tonight kid?!" The man yells, throwing another punch at me. I let him hit me this time, wanting the pain.
A smirk covers my face as I look up at him after the punch, my mouth bloody.
" Go ahead and try."
I guess that made him more angry because another punch is thrown my way.
I grab his fist and kick the guy onto the floor, throwing multiple punches onto his fucked up face.
" Hey, get the fuck off him!" I glance up, seeing four more men running towards me.
" Fuck me." I grumble under my breath in annoyance before getting up. I move my hands above my head in defeat while they surround me.
"You have some nerve being in this part of town."
One of them snickers.
My tongue pokes the side of my cheek as I lose my patience from all the talking.
" You talk like a bitch." I say, looking straight towards him. A smirk moves onto my face at how mad he looked.
He grabs me by my shirt, throwing two punches at my face. I let my head hang to the side, wiping off the blood from my mouth.
" Punch like one too." I laugh, grabbing his arm that was moving in for another punch and twisting it behind him before pulling a gun behind his head.
I enjoyed the sound of fear coming from him, the three other men now frozen in their spot.
"Don't make me pull this trigger." I whisper next to his ear, pushing the head of the gun further into his head.
"Fuck man it's all chill, let's calm down."
He stumbles out shakily.
I look up at the other three guys, pointing my head to the side. They get the idea, all stumbling away and that's when I let go of the bitch to follow his rodents.
" Fuck." I mumble under my breath at the sound of police sirens.
My bloody hands grip the steering wheel as I swerve past the slow motherfuckers, my foot pushing down on the gas pedal harder.
I could feel the thoughts in my head disappear the faster I went.
My eyes move to the side for a second when another car drives up next to me, before speeding up ahead of me.
I furrow my eyebrows together, taking it as a sign they were trying to race me.
Clenching my jaw I speed up, catching up with the car before completely passing it.
I throw my keys onto my desk before going into the bathroom. The new cuts on my face bled out onto my face and my hand was all fucked up.
I wash the blood off of my hand before grabbing my phone and sitting on the couch in my room.
I open Elara’s contact number, changing her name to Lara. Her name was too fucking long, it annoyed me.
Everyone called her Elara, she needed a nickname.
One only I could use
Where are you
I sent the text to her.
If she was a maid she could clean the blood off my face, I didn't want to deal with it.
I look down at my phone, hesitating before downloading Instagram on my phone. I just wanted to check if she had anything suspicious on there, nothing else.
"Fuck, what am I doing." I mutter to myself when I start making a fake account. I put the name as princess unicorn so it didn't look as suspicious.
Finally I get into the app, going to the search bar and putting in Lara’s full name.
I stare at the Instagram account, noticing it’s her from the profile picture.
It was a selfie of her smiling, her nose scrunched, and a bubble being blown onto her face by a woman who looked like her mom.
I click on the account that had a sad two followers, furrowing my eyebrows together when the only pictures on there were of places.
One picture was of a flower field filled with tulips, the next one was of a turtle in the ocean, and the third one was some ferris wheel in an amusement park during sunset.
I look at her bio that read Elara’s Dream
Destinations Diary
Well, none of this was suspicious.
My eyes glance back up at the profile picture, and I feel myself staring at her picture for too long.
Fuck.
I throw my phone over to the other side of the couch as I lean my head back, wondering what was taking so long for her to reply to my text.