Crazy in Love

Flashbacks & Authors Note

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All that aside, enjoy!

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"X-Xander?" I choked out, backing away slowly. I could feel the tears in the back of my eyes, but they wouldn't come, no matter how hard I willed them to.

He was buried under the covers with a head of blonde hair, his looming figure turning around and locking eyes with me.

"What?" He replied with a bored tone. "If you have something to say, get on with it. I'm sort of busy, as you can see."

"H-how could y-you d-do this to m-me? I thought," My voice dropped down to a whisper, "I thought you loved me."

He snorted. "Well, you thought wrong. You're just a whore that I temporarily fucked, and at least she can admit it. You try way too fucking hard, dog."

"N-no," I whispered, my knees buckling.

"O-oh," he mocked, "I suggest getting some plastic surgery. That face and body won't get you anywhere in life. And, your dad can beat you to a bloody pulp for all I care." He cackled.

I held my head in my hands, silently wheezing. I squeezed my eyes together, but my eyes stayed dry. My throat was cracked and empty.

This wasn't the sweet boy that asked me out to prom, or brought me flowers on my birthday. This wasn't the boy that told me it would be okay to wait, and we could take it slow.

That boy is gone.

This is the boy that tricks girls and as soon as they fall in love, he tears them up like paper. He breaks them mercilessly, and stands here laughing while they cry out in pain.

White hot rage blinded me. I breathed in and out, my mind overwhelimg with the feeling of betrayal and anger, my fists tightly clenched. A saw red, my senses overwhelming with something different, like another person had taken control of  me.

They both sat up, looking at me with a confused expression.

Xander smirked. "What, your mouth too tired from sucking dick?"

I saw her face clearly, her striking blue eyes and messed up eyeliner, her false eyelashes falling off. Her peach lipgloss was clearly smudged, and her hair screamed the next morning.

I looked up, everything still red. The corner of my lips turned up to a smile.

"I know where you hide your gun."

Fear flashed in his eyes for a brief second, until it was replaced with its usual cockiness.

He scoffed. "You're all say, no do."

Both their eyes followed me while I walked to his drawer and took out his gun.

Click.

I laughed. It wasn't a sweet and innocent one, no. It was one filled with maniacal satisfaction.

"Would you look at that, it's already loaded. How convenient."

"You don't know how to fire a gun."

"Do I?" I polished the barrel with my shirt, "or do you just not know?"

I snapped the gun to the skank's head, her eyes widening in shock and fear.

"P-plea-"

Bang.

A perfect bloody circle formed in the center of her head, blood spilling out and staining the sheets and her hair.

Xander screamed and jumped back, some of the blood splattering onto his chest.

"I-I'll give you a-anything. W-what do y-you want? M-money? J-just please don't k-kill me!"

I pretended to think about it, tapping my finger on my chin. I smiled and slowly raised my arm, my finger brushing over the trigger.

"Too late, honey."

The barrel pressed into his forehead.

His eyes widened in shock.

"You're not Val-"

Bang.

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I loved writing this chapter.
In case you were wondering, this book is sort of my back up plan in case I get tired of #199, which I sort of am already.

-mari