Knox Carson
Knox has never been normal
He's always had that itching feeling in his hands to strangle something... someone
He always had that dark voice in his mind that whispered for him to do bad things.
He's always had anger coursing through his...
"You and I knew strange corners of life" -F. Scott. Fitzgerald
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✖️Knox✖️
"Shit" I chased after her, grabbing her before she could run round to the front of the house.
She tried to scream, so I clamped my hand over her mouth She can't draw attention, she can't tell anyone She struggled against my hold as I tried to drag her back into the garden But she wouldn't relent, she was much like Marigold in regards to having a lot of fight in her.
She was grabbing at me, scratching the side of my arm with her long red nails I groaned, shoving her away from me in the opposite direction than the gate She stumbled to her feet, hair messy and eyes wide as I clutched my arm in pain.
"What the fuck did you do to her?" She asked I faltered slightly, glancing at my flower "I... I didn't mean to" I said She fumbled in her pockets, pulling out her phone "You're a fucking psycho" she said, dialling a number.
"What are you doing?" I asked, nearing her "Calling the poli-" "No" I said, making a grab for it "Police please" she said, before I snatched it from her "You can't tell anyone" I snapped.
"Yes I can. You just knocked seven shades of shit out of her" she shouted "I didn't mean to" I gritted out "Give me my phone you freak!" She said, making a grab for it But I wouldn't let her "No, she's mine" I said.
She scoffed "Yours? She's fucking deluded is what she is. Getting with a freak like you. I always knew there was something weird about you, I thought it was odd that you picked her over me, but it turns out you're one of them" she said "One of them?" "Yeah, the ones that like to knock them around, well I ain't standing by and watching it happen" she said.
"You're not ringing the police" I said "Fine, then I'm going to her mom" she said, edging towards the gate "No, you're not going anywhere" I said Her eyes darted between me and the gate, before she bent down and grabbed a rock, throwing it at my face.
"Fuck" I said, feeling the stone graze against my cheek hard, tearing the skin as she attempted to run I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back and clamping a hand over her mouth again "You're not going anywhere, and you're not telling anyone" I said quietly into her ear, watching her struggle in my grip.
She muffled and groaned under my palm but I didn't care I just needed her to stop To stop running. Shouting To stop calling me names and trying to take my flower away from me I'm not even sure when my hand had made its way around her neck.
