Page 3 of Behind the Scenes
With that, all my thoughts of waiting for the girl and cornering her disappeared. I followed her partner and friend as they went inside the club again. I waited as they got separated and the partner got a drink before mingling, all without them noticing me.
I was biding my time, waiting for my chance. The darkness inside me had already concocted the plan, and as soon as they were alone, I’d pounce.
I saw my chance when they went outside for a smoke or something, walking off far to the side of the property and into the darkness. As if they had nothing to be afraid of.
Made it all too easy for me to sneak up behind them.
With each step I took, the same thoughts ran through my mind.
They’re not worthy of her. I will get rid of them. For her.
All for her.
I snuck up behind them while pulling the belt from my pants. Before they could even turn around, I looped it around their neck and pulled it so tight that not a single sound left their lips but a gargled moan.
They struggled hard enough, but not enough for me to lose my focus. Even as I started to break a sweat, I still kept them in place. Quickly, my eyes scanned the property to make sure there were no cameras pointing at us.
When I was sure there were none, I pushed them to the ground, my foot on their back, and I used all my strength to pull the belt tighter just as my foot delivered the final blow.
Only when they stopped squirming did I feel like I had done right by my girl.
She’s mine, and no one will ever talk about her like that again.
Just like no one will ever know how to touch her like I will.
laura
. . .
Once I reached adulthood, everything had always been in my control.
Of course it was. I knew what I wanted. I knew how things were supposed to be, and I wouldn’t allow them to happen in any other way.
In my life, there was no room for error.
Even the smallest one could jeopardize my entire plan.
From childhood to adulthood, every move I made was calculated. Risky at times, but every risk had always ended up paying out in the end.
I studied the law—hard—even before I left for school, so I’d know my rights when I was finally eighteen, moved across the country, and completely cut off my parents.
At one point, I even considered getting emancipated, but that would have been more of a fight than I was willing to go through. Especially when my future law career depended on my grades coming out of high school.
It was hard. But again, a calculated risk, especially when I saw the look on their faces when I told them they would never see me again.
It was the best decision I’d ever made.
It allowed me to attend NYU and later Yale without their constant breathing down my neck and their toxic fights raising my blood pressure.
Which doesn’t mean it was easy.
School was hard. But after graduation I finally found myself with a career that I excelled at. I even opened my private practice. It was nice—comfy even.
But real money never came from… law-abiding, legitimate clients. And I was never one to settle. I knew there was more out there for me.
More money.
More excitement.
