Malign Disposition [H.S]

Chapter 7 - Attempt

Marley - three weeks later

Vodka.

Decided I would switch it up for a change instead of opting for tequila.

I was currently at Lotus the strip club that Tera dances at and I'm usually here every Friday and Saturday just to see her. The bartenders know me by name at this point.

Not to mention that she practically begs me to be there so that she has someone to talk to during slow portions of the night.

Over the past year I've found myself becoming more confident in how I look, do not get me wrong my go to outfit is still jeans and a band T but I've been wearing skirts and dresses more frequently.

Tonight I was wearing a black spaghetti strap bralette paired with a black jean mini skirt and my Dr Martens. Can't forget the over sized leather jacket of course, my staple.

It's been a whole few weeks since I killed Jonathan Smith in Louis home and I have yet to tell Tera, I've just been holding it in for so long trying to put it into words.

In the mean time, I've been spending my entire days at the gym, training with Louis. He closed it down for private sessions and I guess you can say I now know how to throw blades, I keep one on me everywhere I go now.

Louis insists.

There's been only a few times where I missed the target but other than that, I was dead on.

Shooting the gun was also a piece of cake, the only difficult part was my timing, I always tend to hesitate before pulling the trigger but Louis continued to praise me, telling me how much of a natural I was.

Rain had shut down the vinyl shop because he's been away on vacation which was odd for him to just up and leave, especially when there hadn't been much traction at the store for a while. That's why I had so much time to train with Louis at the gym.

I just know Tera going to completely lose her shit. Anyone's friend would if you told them that you've just slit someone's throat.

What am I even supposed to say? Oh hey so a few weeks ago I went to my new bosses home and signed my life away to be his private assassin.

But oh no nope, that's not all. He wants me to kill Harry because Harry killed his dad and I also killed someone in his torture den or whatever the hell that room is for.

Do you see how fucking psychotic that sounds? Any sane person would strap me up in a straight jacket and ship me off to the insane asylum to get serious psychological help.

But the most disturbing thing about it all, was not even the part of slitting his throat and getting his blood all over me. I can still feel that specific moment as to when I drew the blade back, feeling his skin tear under the blade and his warm blood splatter across my face.

No, that was not the most disturbing part. The disturbing part was that I continued on with my day like nothing had happened. Of course I stopped to think about it, I went to sleep that night and it was the only thing on my mind.

But I wasn't phased.

And that brings me back to that night when I was standing on Harry's balcony. He told me something that also resonates with me. He asked me why I didn't run that night when I saw him shove a gun down a mans throat.