Semua Bab Poisonous Love (Serial Killer/Stockholm Syndrome Romance): Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter Nine Damon’s Point of View Laying in Love’s bed, I ran my fingertips up and down her back. She wasn’t asleep, but she had her eyes closed, resting. ‘So, what are you going to do today then?’ I asked her. I was curious as to what she was going to be getting up to while I was going to take a few hours and nap. ‘I have plans with the girls today, we’re going to the beach’. I just smiled, she had told me a lot about ‘’the girls’’, I had yet to meet them, but she assured me it will be ‘’soon’’. I suppose I can’t really complain, I wasn’t allowing her to meet my friends, so... ‘Oh, fun, Make sure you put some sunblock on’. Love always forgets, but then she’s a giant baby when she gets burnt, and living in California, things like that should just be second nature at this point. She was born and raised in England, her parents moved out here when she was about 16, but since then, they had died in a plane crash, leaving her their fortune... And it was a pretty big fortune, but on

Chapter Eleven I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and winced at the sight of my face. Everywhere I had originally had a piercing, was now an ugly, sore-looking (and feeling) bruise. ‘Here’. I glanced over, He was holding out a cloth. I took it but didn’t thank him, why would I? He caused this. I rinsed it under the tap and started dabbing away the dried blood. I kept looking at him in the mirror, making sure he was staying where he was, sitting on the corner of the bath, and away from me. Once the blood was gone, I rinsed the cloth off and left it on the side of the sink before hopping up to sit on the counter. ‘Why do you do... This?’ I asked, pointing to my face, he just shrugged. ‘There must be a reason’. ‘It's fun. I like inflicting pain’. ‘You realise how insanely fucked up that is right?’ ‘Of course’. He seemed so blasé about it, ‘I’m a monster, I’m well aware of it, it's why every woman I’ve ever loved has left me… one way or the other’. ‘I feel like there’

Chapter Thirteen I tossed and turned and eventually woke up all together. It wasn’t until I sat up and looked around, confused as to where I was, and then remembered again, that I realized just how freezing cold it was. My arms were pricked up with goosebumps and I shivered. Why the hell was it so cold? ‘Michael?’ I called out into the pitch-black room. ‘Michael?’ There was some groaning and mumbling but eventually, a voice in the dark answered; ‘Yeah?’ ‘Why is it so cold?’ ‘It's an old house, Just wrap yourself up in the duvet’. ‘I have’. There was silence again. I figured he’d just fallen back to sleep, so laid back down and closed my eyes, attempting to just try and forget about it… which was easier said than done. It wasn’t until I felt the bed dip that my eyes shot open and I sat up. ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ I screamed, holding the covers up to my chest. I wasn’t naked, but I still felt uncomfortable with him being this close to me, in this situation. He was tople

Chapter Fifteen Peyton’s Point of View Walking back into Luke’s room, He closed and locked the door behind us. I just kept my head down and walked over to the bed, sitting down with my back to him. ‘Why the hell did you run? Even after last night, what we spoke about, you still don’t feel safe with me?’ He asked me. I could hear the …almost vulnerability in his voice, but I didn’t look at him, I couldn’t… *-*-*-*-* The Night Before *-*-*-*-* Arriving in Luke’s room, he closed the door and walked past me, fiddling with someone on the bookcase. I just stood awkward;y in the room, not really sure what to say or do. ‘What made you this way? What made you want to hurt people?’ He didn’t turn to look at me, he didn’t answer me either, ‘I just want to understand you more’. He dropped whatever he was holding, it made a loud clattering noise. ‘Please?’ Sighing, he turned to face me. He didn’t look impressed. ‘I don’t want to talk about it’. ‘Why?’ I pushed. ‘Because it's none o

Chapter Seventeen When I opened my eyes again, I looked up at Michael. Why wasn’t I dead? He pulled the trigger, I know he did. ‘Again’. I heard Damon demand, and there was another click, and another, and another, but... Nothing happened. Taking the gun away from my head, He looked in the chamber and then turned to his friends. ‘It's empty’. Damon let out a loud, evil laugh. ‘Of course, it's fucking empty.’ As soon as I heard the words, I burst into tears, crying, relieved, I was never in any danger, at least, not from being shot. Thank fucking god! Michael looked at Luke, and he checked his gun, also empty. It was all just a mind game. Why? To test them? To test if they would rally shoot us? Kill us? Damon walked around behind me and Peyton and grabbed us by the backs of our necks; ‘You both have 48 hours to play with and then kill these bitches. After that, me and Joey will do the job’. He pushed us forward, releasing us as we fell to the floor at Michaels's feet. With