It's a Good Year for a ***

It was odd. Laying there holding her and for the first time not worried about anything in the world. She hadn’t ask anything more of me. After I explained about Katherine she just stopped talking.
“Are you scared of me?” I whisper
“No.” she says back, surprising me with an answer.
“Why not?”
“I can see that mean well. You just have a temper.”
“But I hurt you.”
“Not as much as he hurt me. You aren’t like him.” she says so low I can hardly hear her
“I’m a killer.”
“I don’t care. He killed me, all you did was hit me.”
“I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you.”

It’s quiet while I think over what she said. He killed her? That doesn’t make much sense.

“What do you mean he killed you?” I growl with annoyance
“He’s dead now Zacky. It’s ok. I’m ok now.”
“No you’re not. It’s not ok what he did to you.”
“Maybe I deserved it.”
“Never.” I mutter harshly “I wanna rip him apart for what he did to you.”
“He’s dead Zacky. Long gone. You put a bullet in his head remember?” she sighs sleepily
“Not good enough. I want him to pay. I want someone to pay. A slow, painful death.”
“Then look for whoever turned him into a monster.” she says as she drifts off to sleep.