The devil

Because I don’t want to live in the four walls of a prison cell without my freedom like one of my mother’s fish in captivity.

And I sure as fuck don’t want to live in a world where I can’t have him.

“Option one.”

For a second, I see something pass in his gaze, but then it’s gone when he reaches in his pocket with his free hand and pulls out his cell.

I watch in outrage as he brings it to his ear. “Hey, Detective Trejo. It’s Cain Carter. Listen—”

“I’ll leave.”

As usual. I’m at his mercy. He’s making the choice for me.

He hangs up the phone. “You have twenty seconds.”

Bending down, I pick up my shirt, holding out hope that he’ll tell me this is nothing more than a stupid joke and he just wanted to see how far I’d go for him.

“Cain.” Despite the gun he’s holding, I edge forward. As close as I can get to him. Maybe he needs to hear someone say it. Just like I do.

“I love—”

A stream of warm liquid saturates my clothes before a faint ammonia smell fills my nostrils. I look down in shock.

Cain’s peeing on me…like he’s a dog and I’m a goddamn fire hydrant.

“You have two seconds to leave me the fuck alone forever, or I’ll call Detective Trejo back.” The gun in his hand shakes as he continues urinating, aiming for my pants and shoes. “I never wanted you, and I sure as hell never loved you, you fucking faggot. I never will.”

The heart I wasn’t sure I had until Cain, shatters as I run out of my bedroom. Leaving nothing but a gaping hole in my chest.

A gaping hole now filled with a venomous wrath so strong, I start shaking with the force of it.

If Cain thought I was obsessed before, he has no idea what kind of poison his hurt and betrayal has unleashed inside of me.

Sometimes the only difference between love and obsession is a broken heart.

And unfortunately for Cain…there’s no longer love.  

There’s only darkness. A need for vengeance.

But it’s not enough to idly threaten him. It’s not enough to screw with his head.

No…I’m going to bide my time and let Cain lead his perfect life.

I’m going to let him forget about me.

And then…when he’s content and happy. When he’s close to getting everything he ever wanted.

When he finally falls in love…or at the very least, a lust so powerful it drives him crazy with obsession.

That’s when I’ll appear.

Because the best way to hurt someone, the only way to make them truly pay and suffer for their sins…is to strike when they least expect it.

And then destroy everything they ever wanted…everything they ever cared about.

Until they have nothing.