Page 83 of They Are Mine

She didn’t even change it after I broke in the first time.

Sloppy.

Lazy.

She doesn’t deserve Orion.

The door swings open, and I slip inside.

It smells like cheap perfume and stale coffee. Just like before, clothes litter the floor, the sink is full of dishes, and there’s a half-eaten plate of food on the counter.

Disgusting.

Orion lived here? He touched this?

I move through slower than the first time.

She’s still at his house, probably whining, probably begging for another chance.

She won’t get one.

I’ll make sure of that.

I make my way to the bathroom, scan the counter.

Makeup. Hair ties. Lipsticks.

I pluck one up, red, slutty, cheap. Probably the same one I used last time.

I uncap it, let the waxy scent fill the air.

Then, I turn to the mirror.

And I write.

LAST WARNING.

STAY AWAY FROM ORION.

HE’S MINE.

I step back, tilting my head, admiring my work. I add the little heart again.

The red pops against the glass, bold, smeared slightly from where my fingers pressed too hard.

I picture her coming in to see it, that little squeak of fear, the way her heart will slam against her ribs.

I picture her running back to Orion.

I picture him rolling his eyes, already so done with her.

Perfect.

But… something’s missing.

I glance down at the lipstick in my hand.

Tilt my head.

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