Tainted Love(62)

Flipping my knife out that I’ve been playing with in my hand, I throw it across the table where he’s sitting, stabbing him in the arm.

“F-f-fuck!” he spits, trying to hold down the pain.

I walk to where he’s sitting and kneel in front of him, patting his knee. “See, this just isn’t going to do it for me. This didn’t scratch my itch—”

I watch Zane push his chair out and stand from the table. “Ade,” he growls under his breath.

“Relax, Z. I’m calm. However, this little wound here is not enough for me. You see it’s your fault, my girl…well, girls were taken. Whether you like to admit that or not, you played a part.” I yank the knife out of his arm and stab it into his left arm, pushing it in deep and circling it around.

He screams out in agony, no longer able to keep up his front.

I bend down so my mouth is up to his ear while still circling the knife deep in his arm. “This pain that you are feeling right now?” I whisper to him so only he and I can hear, “does not even scratch the surface of what those girls endured. And you are fucking lucky that I don’t rip your fucking eyes out of their sockets.” I yank my knife back out of him, snatch his top out of his hands and wipe my blade clean with it. I look up at Zane and he nods his head in a silent approval before I walk out of the boardroom slamming the door shut on my way out.





It’s been a whole week since I started seeing Dr. Oswald. I feel lighter, and although I know what happened will haunt me for a long time—if not, forever—I know I need to attempt to try to get my life back into a somewhat regular routine. So here I am, running my little heart out on the treadmill for the first time since I’d been back from my holiday. So, it is safe to say that I feel as though I’m running a one hundred kilometer marathon.

How the fuck I did this shit every day before, I do not know.

I’m letting the sweat drip from my head, with Eminem ‘Till I Collapse’ pulsating through my ears. What can I say, I have anger to vent and there’s no one better to vent with than Slim Shady. I’m pounding my feet on the rubber when I see someone walk in the door. Judging by the size of the person, I know it’s Dominic. I smile, look up at him, and pull my headphones out.

“Hey,” I say, slowing the treadmill down to a walking pace.

“Hey,” he replies with worry lines around his eyes. My smile drops and I put my iPod down, pushing stop on the treadmill. I get off and grab my towel.

“Are you okay?” I ask, wiping the sweat off my neck.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you? Fuck Kalie,” he says with a little anger in his tone.

I pull my lips in-between my teeth and close my eyes briefly. “Who told you?”

“Does it matter? It’s all the same.” I see the worry in his eyes and it pulls at feelings I never knew I had there for him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Why are you sorry, Kalie? Fuck, if anyone is sorry, it’s me. Come here,” he says gesturing to me with his arm out. I walk into him, cuddling under his embrace. Feeling the light kiss on the top of my head, I sigh out in appreciation.

“Thank you, Dom,” I say, looking up to him from his embrace.

He looks down on me. “Thank me? What for?” he asks, pushing stray hair behind my ear.

“For always being there. For this, just for being you. You’re a great guy, Dom. I’m sorry I never saw it,” I say shyly.

“Do you see it now?” he asks rubbing his thumb across my cheek.

“Maybe,” I say unsure.

I know I want to try things with Dominic. It’s hard not to want those things when not only is he hot, he’s a great guy on the inside and has a big heart. I think over a few of the pointers Dr. Oswald and I went over this week.

“Do things that make you happy in the moment. Try to normalize your life again.” Her voice echoes through my head.

I look up to Dominic and see a small smile on his pouty lips.

“Maybe if we take it slow at first? See where it goes?”

He’s searching my eyes, when his smile gets a little wider, showing his straight white teeth. He brings his face down to mine and kisses my nose.

“I can do whatever you need, Kal. Always.”

I smile back at him and nod. “Okay, okay. Now what?” I ask, and he laughs.

“Now, I take you to dinner.” I blush slightly and look out in front of me.

“Okay, dinner,” I reply looking back to him to see he’s still smiling.

“I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Sounds good,” I say, fiddling with the towel in my hand.

He takes hold of my hand and kisses it before walking out of the room.