he makes me nervous

relief

you wake up, half naked, and next to the person who fucked you last night.

you gasp as you look at the time, "andre! its 6 in the morning, we're gonna be fucking late for school!" you get up and take a quick shower in his bathroom.

"madi its not a big deal, we dont even have school today, its a saturday." he whines

you poke your head out of the bathroom door, " oh, right. ok well i still have to go ." you say as you quickly put on your clothes.

"no please dont go, i dont want you to leave" he begs
"andre i have to go, i cant stay." you say and you hop into the shower .

"before you leave, can i at least shower with you?" he rubs his eyes open .

"andre no i really need to go" you shout out as the water muffles everything around you.

you finish your shower and get your clothes on.

"ok, ill see you tommorow andre."

"bye, mads"

you walk out of his house and sigh

"why am i such a whore." you say to yourself when all of a sudden you hear someone yell in the distance

"what the fuck was that?" you walk towards the sound to see a random guy laying on the ground, struggling

"jesus are you okay?!" you walk up to him and bend down

"mhm yea im fine" he says with his hand on his waist.

"you're literally bleeding  are you sure you're ok?" you say

"you know what you're right im not okay can you help me please." he pleads

"yea sure come on"

you help him up and wrap his arm around your shoulder

you bring him to your house and place him down on the couch

"im gonna go bring the medical bag, one second" you walk to the cabinet and get out the medical bag.

"lift your shirt up." you say

"what are you? a doctor or something?"
he lift up his shirt revealing a gory wound

"no but my mom is, she teaches me everything. and you got stabbed?!" you exclaim.

"yea. i literally got fucking stabbed."he grunts

"how did you manage to- you know what never mind." you say as you work on the wound

30minutes later

"and that should do it" you say as you finish helping him.

"thanks." he says as he puts his shirt back down

"whats your name by the way?" you ask

"marcus marcus rodriguez." he says

"wait a minute. slap me if im wrong but is your fathers name juan rodriguez?!" you shoot back

"yea..how did you-?"

"I SHOULDN'T HAVE HELPED YOU!" you interrupt.

"YOUR FATHER MURDERED MY SISTER!" you yell out

"woah woah woah what?! martha was your sister?!" he says

"IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU" you say as you get a knife from the kitchen

"hey you dont wanna do this!" he back away as you walk towards him,

so tempted to make his father pay for what he did to you.

you push him against the wall and tackle him down on his knees with the knife to his wound which you mistakenly healed

looking into his eyes, as they beg for mercy.

"your father is going to pay for what he did. he took from me, so ill take from him."

tears blur your vision, as one falls from your eye.

"please im begging you dont do this, i dont want to die." he begs

"pathetic. you think my sister wanted to die?!" you yell.

"please! im begging you dont kill me!" you mock,"you know what? ill make this a bit nicer."

you tie him up and throw him in the trunk of your car.

you arrive to an empty alley.

you open the trunk, revealing his fearful face.

you pull him out and throw him onto the ground with a wicked smile on your face.

"dont do this." he says

"it too late marcus, say hi to the devil for me."

you stab his wound, his screams of pain fill your ears.

you killed him. you killed marcus. you felt relived, juan payed for what he did.