Page 65 of One Love
Taking a few timid steps forward, I peer into the kitchen as she opens the cabinet under the sink and digs for something.
“What do you want?” I ask, hoping my voice doesn’t allude to just how hard my heart hammers in my chest. “Why are you doing this to us?”
She pulls out the bottle of bleach, looks at me, and smiles victoriously. “He was mine first, you know. Then you come along, you little whore, and he’s got eyes for no one else. For months I’ve had to watch you put your hands all over what’s mine. All the others came and went after I sold photos of them to the papers. They never came back, and I got some good cash in the deal, but, not you, huh? You just had to stick around, didn’t you? Such a whore. Didn’t care if the city saw you fucking my man all over the internet and papers?”
I swallow down the lump in my throat as my eyes stay glued to the bottle while she rambles. I don’t say a word. I have no idea if that bottle actually contains bleach or if she poured more acid in it and stashed it here at some point in time waiting for me to come home and make her move.
“Fucking all over his office, letting him bend you over his desk when I’d been working my way to that position for months. It should have been me getting his cock, not you. You’re so stupid, too. You had no idea what was happening all around you. All the times I watched you two together. You have him so blinded by that unworthy pussy of yours.”
The sound of a knife sliding from the block on the counter pulls my attention away from the bottle. “You dirty whore.”
My eyes widen in absolute fear as she charges me.
She barrels into me, and I raise my arms in enough time to block the swing of the knife and knock it to the floor, but not before it slices through my forearm and I scream in agony as it feels like fire spreading across my skin.
She snarls as she climbs over me and straddles my body.
I try my hardest to buck her off as I thrash and blindly try to find the knife on the ground.
Swinging my fist as hard as I can and pushing back the pain, I connect with her face. The impact of my knuckles on her chin sends a throbbing pain up my arm, and Crystal falls to the side.
My fingers feel the cool metal as I find the knife on the floor, but Crystal is faster than me.
“I don’t think so, bitch.” She punches me in the nose and again in the cheek. White-hot pain sears through me as my head smashes on the hardwood floor. “You tried to take my man. He’s mine. I won’t let you have him.”
My vision blurs. Everything sounds fuzzy, but I’m almost positive I hear the sound of breaking wood. Or maybe that’s just the sound of my skull fracturing.
Crystal still looms over me with the knife now back in her hand, her knuckles white as she clutches it.
The last thought that runs through my mind as everything fades to black isGod, please don’t let her kill me.
