Status: Being Written
Lets Run This Town Together
Moron
The marks on my neck stung with undefinable pleasure as I watched Justin walk into the bathroom. I couldn't help but to inwardly groan.
Now would such a good time to kill him, to just slice him apart. I couldn't do that, and that scared me. I was well beyond capable, but for some odd reason I developed a secret bond to this moron.
Of course I'd never admit this, not to anyone, but I couldn't deny it either. As much as I would love to see him squirm in agonizing pain, I couldn't kill him.
Besides, if I killed Justin who would I fuck every night?
Snapping back to reality I heard the water from the shower turn off, signaling that Justin was done in the shower, the shower that i desperately needed.
Strutting into the bathroom I purposely bumped shoulders with Justin, my secret sign of showing him that I wasn't angry or upset. I didn't care if he knew that or not, it gave be reassurance.
I stripped from the clothes that were soaked with blood and rain water.They stuck to my body in the most uncomfortable way. After freeing myself from the tangle of clothes I turned on the shower, thanking Justin mentally for saving me hot water. Nothing bothered me more than a cold shower.
Grabbing the bottle of honey tea shampoo I pumped the last contents of it out and onto the palms of my hands, lathering it into my hair, massaging my scalp. I rubbed the fresh smelling soap all over my body, wallowing in the serenity.
Closing my eyes in pleasure I allowed myself to relax, I allowed my muscles to let go. As the hot water beads washed away the imaginary burdens on my shoulders, and the hygienic products. I couldn't help but to jump as a loud knock came on the door.
I turned the water off, and quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my frame tightly.
The floor creaked, a sign that Justin got up to answer the door. I knew he wasn't stupid and that he wouldn't just fling the god damn door open. However, I still felt worried.
Making my way into the living room I seen Justin looking into the peephole.
"Who the hell is it?" I whispered angrily.
"It's just the landlord." I heard him let out a relieved sigh.
Justin opened the door as I made my way into the bedroom to get dressed. I put on a pair of black panties, a shirt and pair of sweatpants which most likely belonged to Justin. I honestly didn't care, I was tired.
As I entered the living room I just missed Justin's conversation with the landlord.
"What was that about?" I asked, standing motionless, watching Justin.
"Nothing." He stared into my eyes with a dull expression on his face.
"Don't fucking lie to me, Justin." I warned. I wasn't a damn moron. I knew when he was lying for Christs sake, and he still lies.
"I'm not lying Lillith." He answered in the same monotone that was really starting to get on my nerves.
"Why must you be so stubborn. Is it honestly that much of a big deal that you cannot tell me?" MY nerves began to get heated as I tried to not throw something at Justin.
"No, it's just something that would make you stressed, when I can take care of it." Justin shrugged carelessly.
Oh, so now he thought was the tough guy, and could handle everything. Little fucker, that's it. I grabbed the closet thing I could, and threw it with force at Justin, aiming at his head.
Bingo.
Right in his thick skull.
"You fucking bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?" He boomed, a red mark instantly forming on his head where the remote hit him.
"You're a bitch, have fun sleeping on the couch." I muttered, walking briskly to the bedroom, locking the door. I knew very well, as well did Justin, that he could just break down the door if he was mad enough. But then I would retaliate, something he knew wasn't good.
I made my way into the queen sized bed, laying under the dull black covered, shivering form the coldness. The rain splatter on the windows, making a lullaby and putting me to sleep, alone. Tomorrow I'd find out what Justin was hiding, the hard way or the easy way, I honestly don't give a fuck.
Now would such a good time to kill him, to just slice him apart. I couldn't do that, and that scared me. I was well beyond capable, but for some odd reason I developed a secret bond to this moron.
Of course I'd never admit this, not to anyone, but I couldn't deny it either. As much as I would love to see him squirm in agonizing pain, I couldn't kill him.
Besides, if I killed Justin who would I fuck every night?
Snapping back to reality I heard the water from the shower turn off, signaling that Justin was done in the shower, the shower that i desperately needed.
Strutting into the bathroom I purposely bumped shoulders with Justin, my secret sign of showing him that I wasn't angry or upset. I didn't care if he knew that or not, it gave be reassurance.
I stripped from the clothes that were soaked with blood and rain water.They stuck to my body in the most uncomfortable way. After freeing myself from the tangle of clothes I turned on the shower, thanking Justin mentally for saving me hot water. Nothing bothered me more than a cold shower.
Grabbing the bottle of honey tea shampoo I pumped the last contents of it out and onto the palms of my hands, lathering it into my hair, massaging my scalp. I rubbed the fresh smelling soap all over my body, wallowing in the serenity.
Closing my eyes in pleasure I allowed myself to relax, I allowed my muscles to let go. As the hot water beads washed away the imaginary burdens on my shoulders, and the hygienic products. I couldn't help but to jump as a loud knock came on the door.
I turned the water off, and quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my frame tightly.
The floor creaked, a sign that Justin got up to answer the door. I knew he wasn't stupid and that he wouldn't just fling the god damn door open. However, I still felt worried.
Making my way into the living room I seen Justin looking into the peephole.
"Who the hell is it?" I whispered angrily.
"It's just the landlord." I heard him let out a relieved sigh.
Justin opened the door as I made my way into the bedroom to get dressed. I put on a pair of black panties, a shirt and pair of sweatpants which most likely belonged to Justin. I honestly didn't care, I was tired.
As I entered the living room I just missed Justin's conversation with the landlord.
"What was that about?" I asked, standing motionless, watching Justin.
"Nothing." He stared into my eyes with a dull expression on his face.
"Don't fucking lie to me, Justin." I warned. I wasn't a damn moron. I knew when he was lying for Christs sake, and he still lies.
"I'm not lying Lillith." He answered in the same monotone that was really starting to get on my nerves.
"Why must you be so stubborn. Is it honestly that much of a big deal that you cannot tell me?" MY nerves began to get heated as I tried to not throw something at Justin.
"No, it's just something that would make you stressed, when I can take care of it." Justin shrugged carelessly.
Oh, so now he thought was the tough guy, and could handle everything. Little fucker, that's it. I grabbed the closet thing I could, and threw it with force at Justin, aiming at his head.
Bingo.
Right in his thick skull.
"You fucking bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?" He boomed, a red mark instantly forming on his head where the remote hit him.
"You're a bitch, have fun sleeping on the couch." I muttered, walking briskly to the bedroom, locking the door. I knew very well, as well did Justin, that he could just break down the door if he was mad enough. But then I would retaliate, something he knew wasn't good.
I made my way into the queen sized bed, laying under the dull black covered, shivering form the coldness. The rain splatter on the windows, making a lullaby and putting me to sleep, alone. Tomorrow I'd find out what Justin was hiding, the hard way or the easy way, I honestly don't give a fuck.