Criminally Insane

I Killed a Girl and I Liked It

Dead. That's what they were. That's how I felt.

"Please don't do this."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I pulled my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around them.

The squelching sound of bloody skin being ripped and degraded by my own hand echoed in my ear even though it'd happened hours ago.

"That's it, Scarlett."

I shuddered at the memory of his voice in my ear. And while I was slicing and stabbing, I couldn't help the thoughts that went through my head. I was supposed to not enjoying any of it, yet, I found his voice incredibly sexy. Here I was incredibly destructed.

I saw their bodies when I opened my eyes.

I saw the bloody water. The soap suds were gone.

The white, porcelain tub was now stained in red.

My once smooth fingers are now rough and pruned.

I killed them.

I was forced to, but I think I liked it.

Or him, my conscious interrupted.

Is it his craziness I was attracted to? The good girl always fell for the damaged as long as the damaged one had a sob story to go with it, right?

But I couldn't become one of them.

A cliché . A total cliché.

"A penny for your thoughts."

My eyes flew open as I saw the door wide open. Rowan was leaning against the doorway in all white. He wore a white button down and white slacks with dark Gucci footwear. The usual Rolex on his wrist. Just a different one.

"Leave me." My voice came out strong. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the heat that was forming on my cheeks.

Even though he could only see my back and legs from the position I was in, I was still naked.

"That would not be very authentic of me, don't you think?"

I scoffed and drew my legs tighter to my body to be sure he didn't see anything.

"I would tell you a pizza joke," he paused and looked at his wrist. "But that would be a little too cheesy."

"Get out," I spat.

He looked taken back. The first genuine look he's given me since I got here.

He blew his cheeks. "My event is Saturday in case you've forgotten," he stated, pushing his hands into his pockets. He kept his stance of leaning against the door.

How sick could you be to sit there and watch a girl in a literal blood bath?

"I'm not your date. Ask your birdy."

He laughed. "Jealous much?"

I looked at him as his smile disappeared. "Dance class is in an hour. If you're not there, I will create a consequence."

I looked at him with an empty stare. Professor McGuire didn't count, but I had nothing else to live for other than my friend, Toni. The shop I owned no longer had a manager.

But no one was looking for me.

I went long periods of time without speaking to my parents. If disappeared for months, they wouldn't notice.

I should've listened to my sister when she was trying to get me to go to those parties with her years ago.

And ever since she graduated Yale, I hadn't seen or heard from her. She was like me when it came to reaching out to family.

It hurt that no one was looking for me.

It hurt that I was literally stuck in one place, and no one would notice I'd disappeared.

But the professor of a major school is missing. It's been weeks, my conscious said.

If they haven't found him yet, it's over. We lived in America. Who would think he was in another country? I was Rowan's perfect bait.

I looked at Rowan who was already looking at me. His eyes had much intensity. A small smile stretched across my face, and I rose from the tub.

His eyes quickly averted to the ceiling as I wrapped a towel around my body and walked into my room before turning around to face him as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm never getting out of here." That was a fact.

"Eventually," he spoke, turning around to face me. "I'm not holding you as a prisoner. Hell, we could go back to your home, but I don't trust you. Especially after that fake stunt you thought you could pull."

I nodded my head. I didn't care anymore. What exactly am I living for? A business degree I was never getting? I was never leaving because I would die here.

I would keep letting myself get caught trying to escape until he gave up on me. Eventually, he would kill me.

He had no one else to hold over my head. I no longer cared.

"You've won, Rowan," I spoke in hardly a voice. "I'll be down in ten."

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