Page 38 of Little Psycho

“You couldn’t save me, but I could save you.”

I shiver from the darkness of her tone, only one name flashing in my mind—Calista.Could it be her?Why would she do this, though?

“Ca-” As soon as I attempt to say her name, Dom’s and Ash’s voices can be heard outside of the front door as they fumble with their keys.

The girl climbs off my lap, cutting my neck in the process.As the warm blood drips down my chest, I stay stuck to the couch as she disappears into the dark, leaving me reeling in fear and confusion.I sit here for a moment, breathing heavily and trying to calm my pounding heart.

Ever since her parents destroyed her, Calista had been a troubled soul, but I never thought she would come after me like this.I can’t even comprehend what just happened, and the thought that she’s out there, somewhere in the dark, acting like this, makes my blood turn to molasses.

The events of the night have left me feeling vulnerable and lost.It’s a chilling reminder that sometimes the people we think we know the best can turn out to be the most dangerous.

When the guys finally make it inside the apartment, they flip the light switch, and my eyes burn from being in the dark for so long.Worried and shaking, they rush over to me and drop to their knees, a million questions swirling behind their eyes.

“What the fuck happened to you?”Dom shrieks, grabbing a discarded shirt off the floor and putting it to my throat to stop the blood from the small cut.

I shrug, at a loss for words about what truly happened.“I don’t know.My father,” I begin, my eyes wide and flicking around to make sure she isn’t still here.“My father was here and...”

“Why are you bleeding, Kill?Why is there a fucking slice on your throat?”Ash tries, asking me in a much calmer tone than Dom, which helps me slightly relax.

I look at them, still stuck to the cushion, and snatch the cigarette out of Dom’s mouth, puffing on it like it’s the air that I need in order to survive.My body still trembles, but I can’t be sure of what happened.What if it wasn’t Calista?What if it was another one of my father’s victims out for revenge?It’s a possibility, seeing how my father preyed on the young and weak all throughout the city.The possibilities are endless, but even so, deep down I feel like it was Cali in the mask with a knife to my throat, and my heart twists even tighter the more I think about it.

“Kill?”A nervous whisper comes from Dom’s lips as he sits on the couch beside me, his hand squeezing the spot above my knee.

Flicking my eyes between both of them, I manage to clear my throat and find my voice.“I think Calista was here tonight.”

The looks of shock and disbelief on their faces mirror my own feelings as I go on to recount the events of the night, including the masked intruder’s familiar voice and the subtle hints that led me to believe it really was Calista.

“And she seemed...different—twisted, almost.”I finish off, taking a deep drag off the cigarette and leaning back against the couch.“I don’t know what to make of it.”

FIFTEEN

TWISTED

MASCARA—MANIC KAZZY

CALISTA

The sound of cheering and loud music echos in my ears as I approach Five’s street, the bright lights guiding my way.Stuck in a trance, I follow the sounds, breathing in the scent of burnt rubber and gasoline, walking through a hazy cloud of exhaust fumes.I swear, my brain cells drop dead one by one as I inhale even deeper, addicted to the intoxicating scent.

I hold the strap of my backpack tightly, slung over my shoulder, hiding any evidence of what I was doing earlier tonight.As my heels click against the dry sidewalk, the fall wind blows around me, swirling leaves and dirt into view under the glint of the dull street lights.

Robert’s face flashes behind my eyelids, bringing a satisfied smile to my dark red-painted lips, knowing another pervert got what was coming to him.But when I see Kill’s terrified face flash in my mind, feelings of desire and need begin to overtake me, and all I can think about is riding his cock with my knife to his throat.If Dom and Ash hadn’t come when they did, that’s exactly what would’ve happened.But they fucking ruined everything, just like they’ve been doing all my life.

I’m tired of waiting to take what’s mine—of what I want.

Another gust of wind blows as I turn the corner, scanning the array of fast cars and bikes as they flank the crowded street.Since there’s a race tonight, Five stands in the middle of the crowd, taking bets.My eyes are drawn to his tall, muscular figure wrapped deliciously in black from head to toe, watching every move he makes carefully.

Shit, if I can’t have the guys yet, Five will do just fine.

Before making my presence known at the race, I slip into his building and walk up the steep, winding stairs to his apartment, putting my backpack in the closet by the bathroom door, making sure to take my medicine first since I’ve been avoiding it—mainly because I haven’t wanted to see or talk to Addy.She seems to come around more when I’m medicated; I’m not sure why.

Stripping out of my black outfit, I pull on a tight black skirt and a short red top that falls just below my breasts, matching the color of my lipstick.Long, fitted sleeves cover my scarred arms, and the lace across my chest pushes my breasts up so they’re spilling out the top of my shirt.

The black diamond in my belly button shimmers, aiming down toward my waist, where the tight leather skirt hangs just above my hips and the hem falls just beneath my ass, the cold material clinging to my body.The black heels my feet are slipped into make my legs look longer and my calf muscles more defined.Adding a black choker around my neck, I flip my hair over my shoulder, feeling the loose, blonde curls cascading down my back.

After adding a few coats of mascara and cat eyes with my eyeliner, I apply another thick layer of red lipstick, rubbing my lips together with a slow smack as I look at myself in the mirror.

I look like a fucking whore.But fuck, I look good.

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