The morning sun attacks my eyes, because I forgot to shut my curtains last night. Moaning, I get up and get dressed into some casual clothes, noticing how big my bump is. It really a “bump” now, shit. I begin to make my way around campus, letting my teachers know that I will be studying online for the rest of the year. The majority of them were polite about my obvious bump, except for my science teacher; I don’t take it to heart though, I can’t fucking stand her. Once I get home, I send a text to Blake; I don’t know where he is right now but I hope he gets it.
Me: We need to talk. Come over when you are back.
I throw my phone back down and cuddle up on the couch, watching cartoons.
Blake
Walking into my house, I drop all my shit in the front door and go to my room. I got a text from my fucked up ex, saying that she wants to talk to me. Why this bitch won’t just let me go, I do not know. After having a shower, I throw some clothes on and head back out the door to go sort this shit out with Corrin.
Pulling up to her apartment, I shut off my bike and walk to the door. After two knocks, she opens it and lets me in. I make it clear that I have no time for her shit.
“What’s this about, Corrin? I just got back in the country and you are the last person I want to see.” She laughs while making her way into the kitchen.
“That’s not very polite Blake, especially to someone that could end you and your little girlfriend with one little phone call to the feds; and I mean the ones that aren’t working under your little whore of a police officer.” She chuckles while pouring a drink. I narrow my eyes at her. “What makes you think I won’t just kill you, here and now?” I ask, walking over to her and snatching her drink out of her hands. She tilts her head up to me with a smirk.
“Because Blake, because you would never get away with it.”
I laugh at her confidence. “Don’t be too sure of that, pumpkin. You mention Vicky’s name again; and I’ll put a bullet so far up your tight little ass, your brains will be painted on these fucking walls in a way that even Leonardo Da Vinci would be jealous of,” I answer calmly.
I see her gulp and her face drops for a few seconds, before returning to the bullshit look she is pulling now. She looks back to me, “You know Blake; you’re not the only one that knows people.” I grab onto her throat and push her up against the wall.
“I don’t give a fuck who you know Corrin; you so much as breathe my girls’ name again, and I’ll be back here with a shovel and a nine. Are we understood?” She doesn’t answer me, as she turns purple. I squeeze her neck harder. “I said; are we fucking understood?” She nods her head up and down, tapping on my hand to release her; I squeeze an inch harder before releasing her back to the floor. She coughs while holding onto her neck. I start walking out the door before I hear her voice, “You will pay for this Blake, you just wait.” I wish I could call her bluff, but I know she is crazy. I also know that from this point onwards; until I sort out whom Corrin is using to bring me and my club down, Vicky has to stay away from it. We cannot be together under any circumstances, no matter how much I am in love with this girl. And I fucking love her. And need her, as if I need air to breathe. However, as the saying goes; the bad guys never get a happy ending.
After getting through my door, I think over what has happened between Vicky and me. I can’t fucking believe she kissed some other fucker, but I understand it. Popping open a beer, I see I have a text sent to my phone from an unknown number:
Unknown: There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
I throw my phone back onto the bed, wondering why the hell I am getting cryptic fucking texts at this hour. I look outside, and notice a car parked outside my window. Picking my phone back up, I dial Corrin.
“Is this you? Do you think I’m fucking joking when I say that I will end you?”
She goes quiet. “I don’t care Blake, if I can’t have you, no one can.”
I laugh. “What the fuck, Corrin? You’re acting crazy. We ended ages ago, and you knew that there was never going to be anymore of ‘us’.”
I hear her sob down the phone. “You loved me once Blake, I was your everything at one point, why can’t we try again? It’s because of her, isn’t it? She’s why you don’t want me!”
I exhale loudly. “No Corrin, I didn’t love you. I may have though that I loved you; but now that I know what real love feels like, I know that what we had wasn’t love. I love Vicky so much that it consumes me; so stay the fuck out of my way, or I will bury you.” I hang up the phone. A part of me feels bad for her. Corrin had a rough upbringing, and she was in the system until she was 18. However, you cannot keep making excuses for people; she is a shallow, ruthless bitch, and that is all.