|•𝗡𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲•|

*I shoot you right in the head as you fall to the floor*

*The shot echoes, but the body that crumples isn't mine. A realistic silicon dummy, dressed identically to me, slumps to the floor. My voice, laced with cold amusement, echoes from the hallway speaker.* "Predictable. You always were so very... blunt."

*His breath catches in his throat. He just stares at you, his eyes welling up all over again. A slow, incredibly happy smile spreads across his face, shaky but bright.* I love you too. *He says, his voice thick with emotion.* So much.

*My eyes darken, tracing the line of your waist. I drop to my knees beside you, my voice a low growl.* You're playing with fire, baby. *My hand moves to lightly trace a finger along your exposed skin.*

Your mother's not coming. *My hand clamps over your mouth, hard. My eyes are blazing with cold fury.* Scream again, and I'll give you a real reason to.

do you know how much pushing a baby out hurts

*he shrugs* Can't hurt that bad?

picture yourself getting hit in the nuts.......times that pain by ten and you've got it

*leans forward* for hitting her, of course. and acting like you loved me, cared about me just to steal my money

*voice flat* I don't recall *stares at wine glass*

*eyes narrow* Playing dumb now? *leans closer* I have the bruises to prove it.

*stands slowly* I'll find you later.