"Look, I admit, I made a big mistake... I shouldn't have stol-"
"Save it." He said, dropping the journal on the table, folding his arms to his chest and stared at me. "I don't want your- I don't need your apology. What is done is done. You can leave."
"I don't want to leave you Tyler, I- I don't want you to go through-"
"Stop, just stop it Aubrey... You're damn lucky I didn't waste my precious bullet on you, you deserve what I did to Melissa and every other person I killed- you deserve to die like them- but for some reason well known to me, I spared your fucking life... So why don't you turn around and leave before I start to regret my decision."
I shut my eyes for some time before opening them up. "Why don't you just do it?"
"Careful there... That was exactly the same thing Melissa-"
I moved closer to him and held his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes. "Tyler I'm sorry- I regret whatever I did to you, if I could turn back the hands of time, I would. What I did to you was wrong, you can punish me in whatever way you want to- just don't tell me to leave... Please Tyler."
He scoffed, took my hands off his face and glared at me. His grip tightened on my wrist and it was beginning to hurt, I knew there would be bruises if he let go.
"Do you know how much of a slut you are? You're literally selling yourself to me, you seriously sound like a fucking slut." He said. "And I don't do sluts, besides I'm tired of you, tired of your body, your face, your perfume, your voice... I'm done with you- I don't need you to satisfy my sexual urge, because I don't even see anything interesting in you anymore," he smirked as his eyes raked my body. "I'm done using you."
His words stung like sharp pins being thrown at my heart a thousand times. I felt tears build up in my eyes, I could barely see anything. "You don't mean that." I found myself saying.
"Ah, do I not? You know," He moved further away from me. "Sometimes I ask myself why I wasted my time on you, you were just a plaything to me, something I could use to while away time and now, I don't need you anymore- I don't want you-"
I sniffed, allowing the tears to flow down my cheeks.
"Now, I'll say this one last time... I'm letting you go," Tyler seemed satisfied with my expression because his smirk grew. "So, take that chance, and get the fuck out of my face."
I gulped hard and took two steps back, I could barely feel my legs, I felt weak all over, his face said it all, he meant it, he meant every thing he just said.
Without thinking, I ran out of his office and straight to my car.
Two days later
"You know, in all the crazy ideas you've had ever since you got out of prison, this one- this one is the worst of them all! I won't let you do this! No I won't, so you can forget about it Aubrey." Drexel fumed.
I rolled my eyes at his drama, "I've made up my mind Drex, I'm doing this."
"No, you are not. It's a very bad idea! You'll never come out alive! That's an assurance."
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Sleeping With A DemonRomance
(COMPLETED) He needed sex, I was there. He needed a shoulder to cry on, I was there. He needed someone to yell at, I was available. But when I needed him the most, he neglected me. He left me to die and rot in prison. Despite the fact that Tyler Bre...