Crime Of Passion

"Don't do this, please."

Her brown eyes desperately looked at me, hoping I would stop. But I wouldn't, she had hurt too many people. She helped my father cheat on my mother and she had to pay. She had to. "Don't beg," I chuckled, "It gets you nowhere with me, you little slut." I pushed the knife deeper into her stomach. She screamed, causing me to put my hand over her mouth.

I pulled the blade out before plunging it deeper in her, this time in her side. Tears streamed down her pain filled face. Her eyes pleaded with me, just asking me to stop. I pulled my brows together before squeezing my eyes shut. "Don't look at me like that," I removed my hand from her mouth and slapped her. She didn't make a sound, which made it easier for me to stab her again. "You deserve this," I hissed, "You did this to yourself."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry." I twisted the blade in her side, grunting. "Sorry isn't enough," I whispered in her ear. I felt her nod, complying with me for the first time.
***



I skipped class the rest of the week. I really wasn't feeling myself, I think my depression was coming back. Every night I was getting drunk off my ass. I was pathetic, and I didn't care. I spent the rest of my time drawing. I hated to admit it, but they were all sketches of Elly. Yes, I know that it's creepy, but I couldn't help it. She's too interesting..

We texted off and on the rest of the week. She never bugged me about not being at school, which I liked. She seemed to be a good person at which I could trust. I was scared, though. I didn't want her hurting me. She didn't know what I was capable of, and I didn't want her to find out. She was too beautiful of a person to get wrapped up in me, but I was too selfish to let her go.

I sketched eagerly in my room. It was rainy outside, and the sound of rain makes me more focused, so it worked. I heard someone climb down my stairs but I didn't bother to look up, I was too busy drawing my Elly. How stupid of me, taking ownership of something that wasn't even close to mine. I just shook my head, finally looking up to see who was down here. My mother stood with her arms crossed, her face looking quite serious.

"Hey Mom," I closed my sketchpad and sat it next to me. "You haven't gone to class all week," she started, "Care to tell me why?" I anxiously played with my hands. I hated explaining myself, it was so frustrating because I didn't know how. Talking wasn't exactly my specialty. "I just haven't been in the mood," I spoke honestly. She just rolled her eyes at me. "That shouldn't be an excuse," she sounded stern, "Get your ass up and get ready. I'm driving you to school today."

I groaned, throwing my head back in response. "I'll go Monday," I pleaded. She shook her head as she turned on her heal to exit. "No, Gerard. You better be ready in five." She climbed back up the stairs and left me to pout alone. I angrily stomped to my closet, snagging my only clean t-shirt and some jeans. I changed then grabbed my back and headed upstairs. I didn't brush my hair, nor did I look in the mirror. I didn't care. I threw my bag onto my shoulder and waited impatiently at the door.

"I'm ready, Mom."

I whined like a three year old. I heard her feet shuffle before she turned the corner and joined me at the door. She gestured for me to open it, so I obeyed and did what she ordered. I walked slowly to her beat up silver Corolla. I preferred my car, it rode smoother. I tended to get carsick more in her stupid car than in mine. I angrily climbed in and slammed the door. I was honestly thinking about dropping out, I felt like I had no inspiration or drive. I needed to find something, somebody, to push me.. but I couldn't. I thought it would be better to quit than to fail.

"Is something wrong?"

She studied me before pulling out of the driveway. "No," I shook my head. She furrowed her brows but kept her eyes on the road. "Are you getting bullied again?" She pushed some more. I wasn't picked on much, this was college so people tended to be more mature. I would occasionally get called names, but it rarely ever happened anymore. I was a grown man and didn't really let things get under my skin. I knew that was a lie, everything honestly seemed to hurt me, but I liked to think of myself as tough.

"Mom," I tapped my fingers on my knee, "I'm a grown man, I don't need you to ask me about my feelings or if I'm being picked on. I can manage my own emotions by myself." I didn't know how mean I sounded until I saw a hurt expression rise to her face. "I'm just trying to help," she mumbled. I rubbed my face with my palm. I fucked up everything.. Man, I needed a drink. "I'm sorry," I stuttered, my eyes widening a little. She just shook her head, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.

The rest of the drive was quiet. I was left to think over what I had said, and the more I thought the more I regretted snapping at her. She pulled up to the front of the University, her eyes finally meeting mine. "Have a good day," she smiled thinly, "Call me when you need to be picked up." I reached over and patted her hand. "That's okay," I nodded, "I can get a ride home. Don't worry about me." I unbuckled and got out of the car, waving at my mother before trudging into the building.

The whole building smelt like chemicals. They must've done some cleaning, which rarely happened. I thought about just walking back home, but I knew that would upset my mom even more. I nervously walked into class, my eyes widening when I saw that they were in the middle of an important lecture. I skimmed over all the people in the class, not seeing Elly anywhere. Maybe she skipped, too. That bummed me out, she was the other reason why I didn't run back home. "You're late, Mr. Way." Mr. Crow glared at me.

I stammered out the word "sorry" before making my way to the back of the classroom, sitting down with my eyes lowered. I looked beside me and saw that Elly, was in fact, here today. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, which made her high cheekbones more noticeable. Her bangs were somewhat tame and she wore a breathtaking smile on her face. She smirked, both her eyebrows raised as she kept her gorgeous eyes on me.

"You finally showed up," she whispered. I didn't know she was waiting on me to show, that kind of made me feel bad. "Blame that on my mother," I joked. She giggled her breathy giggle before returning her attention back to the lecture. I couldn't peel my eyes off of her, and it was starting to annoy me. I was too clingy, too obsessed. But for some reason she still wanted to be around me. I smiled a bit, gazing back up at Mr. Crow

The lecture was finished in no time and we were left to talk until the bell rang. "So," she turned to face me, "Where have you been all week?" I bit the inside of my cheek anxiously. What was I supposed to do, tell her that I'd been too drunk to walk for four days? "At home," I lied. Well, it wasn't really a lie. The times where I wasn't at the bar I was at home. She just nodded, her face a little bit serious. "I thought you were avoiding me," she spoke in a honest tone.

Why would I avoid her? She was too special of a person to dodge. "You're crazy," I scoffed, "Why would you think that?" She shrugged, keeping her eyes on the ground. Her lips were a little pinker, I could tell that she had started using chapstick. "People tend to shy away from me because I'm odd," she shrugged again, this time gazing back up at me. I wanted to brush my hand over her cheek right then, but I knew that it wasn't the most appropriate thing to do. "Well," I sighed, "I think you're amazing."

I meant every word that I said. She was amazing, she was the only thing that kept me the least bit sane. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she smiled back at me. I smiled, too. This time showing teeth. I wasn't really a guy who smiled, but when I was with her i was tough not to smile."Was that too tacky?" I thought out loud. She just shook her head, that flawless smile still plastered on her pale face. "Hell no," she giggled again, "It was, um, sweet." I could tell she wasn't used to flirting, that it made her uncomfortable. So I decided to stop.

The bell rang and I instantly flinched. She rolled her eyes and collected her belongings, standing up while awkwardly looking at me. I stood beside her, pretty bummed that we couldn't talk more. "See you soon?" I asked desperately. She smiled sweetly before nodding. "Of course," she laughed. We stood there for a minute because I couldn't keep my sights off of her. Her eyes looked ice cold, so beautiful. Her smile slowly faded as she noticed that my gaze wasn't going to waver. I coughed, pulling my eyes away from hers.

I awkwardly walked out of the room, not looking back. Man, this was going to be a long day.
***



The rest of the day went by quite fast. I didn't pay attention in the rest of my lectures, I just sat there, sometimes working on my portraits of Elly. I was dying for a smoke and I was still a little hung over from Tuesday night's heavy drinking. Once the last bell rang I dashed out of the building, collapsing on the bench near the front doors. I groaned, realizing that I didn't have a ride home. "Fuck," I muttered to myself.

"What's bothering you?"

I heard a soft voice say. I peered up at the familiar character, instantly feeling less angry. Have you ever met that person that just makes you feel like an all around better guy? Well, Elly was that person. "My mom drove me today," I mumbled, "I don't have a ride home." She pursed her lips, her eyes gleaming with an expression I couldn't make out. "I'm sure I could drive you home," she offered. I raised my eyebrow. She stood up, her hands on her bag. "I'm not letting you say no," I huffed before getting back up on my feet.

She shot me a playful expression before heading into the parking lot. Her car was one of the closest to the building, so it didn't take long to get there. She pulled the keys out of the back pocket of her jeans and unlocked the car. "You'll have to deal with the mess," she said as she climbed in, "It's my brother's car." I threw my shit in the backseat before joining her in the front of the car. She silently started it, flying out of the parking lot.

There were lots of comic books and horror movies on the floor. "Your brother has a lot of nice stuff in here that he's not taking good care of," I piped up. She sighed. "Yeah," she glanced over at me, "He has way too many comic books." She returned to focusing on driving. Why would he treat this valuable stuff like shit? I decided to change the subject, I didn't really want to talk about her brother. I wanted to talk about her. "Do you like comics and horror films?"

"I do enjoy comics," she admitted, "But I've never seen a horror movie." My eyes widened. "I live off of horror movies," I gasped a little, "You have to see one." She made an uncomfortable face. "I don't know," she bit her lip, "I'm sort of a wimp." I groaned. "Let me show you a couple," I begged. She shook her head, giggling. God damn, she was so beautiful. "Come on," I whined, "I promise if you get scared I'll let you put in any movie you want." She considered my offer, her face looked like she was in deep thought. I was hoping she would say yes, for selfish reasons. I wanted to spend more time with her..

"Even a sappy romance movie?"

I laughed a little. "Yes," I responded rather too quickly. She kept chewing on her lip as she drove. She pondered out of the window, her eyes quite serious. I died to kiss her.. she was the most perfect human being on the planet. "Alright," she huffed, "It's a date." My heart sped up as she spoke the word "date." I didn't know what she meant by it, but the word made me so excited. I felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. "Now," she spoke up again, "Where the hell am I going?"

Notes

Hi, everyone. Sorry if this chapter is sort of crappy, I kind of rushed to do it. I'm getting my hair done soon and I'm super excited, woo! But, I hope you enjoy it. I don't really think this chapter is any good but hopefully you'll like it. Comment, subscribe, do all that fun stuff! Thanks!
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Pixie (punkpixie)