Page 52 of Monster
Every step forward, I feel another part of myself shutting down. A part of me wants to deny what I’m hearing. Ihaveto see with my own two eyes because, somehow, some fucking way, my ears are deceiving me and I’m not really hearing what I’m fucking hearing. I’ve completely lost my fucking mind, and this is all in my fucking head—my worst nightmare right in front of my eyes.
She’s always been yours. She’s always been yours. She’s alwa—
My thoughts die off when I step up to a bedroom door and notice the door isn’t latched completely, giving me the ability to see right into the room. And what I see, fuckingends me.
Essa is lying on the bed next to Dominik, her legs fucking spread for him, and his hand is… His hand is between her fucking legs. My eyes fly all over the fucking scene playing out in front of me like the worst slow-mo film to ever exist, but my eyes are like magnets to Essa, and they quickly find their way back to her.
Her eyes are closed and her normally pale cheeks are flushed a light pink. My heart squeezes, the pain crippling. I slowly drop to my knees in front of the door, not a fucking noise made as I do. Almost like I don’t fucking exist—and I guess to her, I no longer do.
With my knees digging into the hard floor beneath me, my gaze remains locked on Essa’s and right now, I hate more than anything that I’m a tall motherfucker. My height allows me to still see everything clear as fucking day, and it probably doesn’t help Dominik’s bed rests on the floor in one of those stupid newer type of bedframes.
I watch as my baby doll loses herself to another man right in front of my fucking eyes when she’smine.Her lips part abruptly, and a soft gasp escapes her mouth as she squeezes her eyes shut tighter. She whimpers and her legs slightly shake. I wouldn’t think anything of it except at that next moment, Dominik groans as he pulls his fingers from between her legs and pushes his mouth onto Essa’s.
Essa fuckingcamefor him.
She. Came. For.Him.
Essa dug herself into the deepest pits of my merciless soul and brought out a side of me I didn’t even know existed, but now? Now that part of me is fucking gone and in its place is my fucking monster.
He comes barreling forth, tearing and shredding his way through me, and I let him. The little bitch made her bed. I thought she needed time to heal but it seems to me, she’s better than fucking ever. She fucking destroyed me and now I have to destroy her back. I thought I did all those months ago. I thought she fucking learned, but I guess she’ll either have to this time, or I’ll fucking kill her in the process of forcing her.
Either way, I don’t fucking care.
And that’s not a good thing.
Not for me and most definitely not for her. I refuse to let her go. I won’t let her go—not when she’smine.
Somehow, some way, I manage to get off of my knees and stand to my full height. The crippling, crushing pain I felt moments ago is no longer inside of me, consuming me. Now, I’m calm. In control. Fuckingangry.
I stay right outside of the door for another moment and watch Dominik come up for air after detaching himself from Essa. A small smile graces her lips when she opens her eyes to peer up at him and that’s the moment I decide to shove the door open. It smacks against the wall with a loud bang and Essa screams while Dominik jumps up from his bed with a startled expression on his face.
My eyes automatically fall back to Essa. She shoots up in bed and her gaze swings over to the door where I stand and I observe with sick satisfaction as the flush that was pinking her cheeks disappears, instantly replaced by a pale sheet of fear. Her eyes widen tremendously as she takes me in. Surprise, fear, horror, and anger all display over her features in a matter of seconds, but one flicker of emotion catches my attention. It was the pull of her brows together and the frown marring her face for all of two seconds.
For those two seconds, she appeared… relieved. She actually appeared to be relieved to see me before anger and fear came over her features, quickly replacing it—almost as if it never existed to begin with.
It’s been less than a minute since I made myself known to them both, but fuck, it feels like an hour. Having Essa’s eyes on me makes me forget everything around me and I forgot how much I craved her attention. How much I fucking loved her simply looking at me; whether out of fear, passion, or anger—it doesn’t matter.
I take a step forward. And another. And another until I’m completely inside of Dominik’s room. I blindly reach to the side and grip the side of the door. I shove it behind me and listen as it slams shut with a bang. The sound reverberates around us, and it seems to fill the air with even more tension, causing my sinister smirk to pull at the corners of my lips.
Dominik is yelling something at me, or in general for all I know, but I ignore him. My focus is on Essa and everything else is simply white noise.A sense of calm has come over me as I feel more in my element. Causing fear and hurting people is what feels most comfortable to me and to feel it again, I forgot how much I’ve missed it.
Tears spring from Essa’s eyes and she shakes her head repeatedly—as if she’s trying to convince herself this isn’t happening.
Nuh uh, that won’t do, baby doll. That just won’t do.
Before I can even take a single step toward her, I feel something sharp in my right shoulder. White hot pain shoots through my shoulder, down my arm and across my torso. My eyes are forced from Essa as I glance to the right and Dominik stands a few feet from me, holding a pocket knife covered in blood—blood from my shoulder he fucking stabbed.
Kid’s got balls, I’ll give him that. Too bad he just signed his fucking death sentence.
I straighten my posture and face him, my mask in place even though that itch at the base of my spine and the tingle in my fingers is begging me to lunge forward and wrap my hands around his throat. To squeeze until his face turns purple and his fucking eyeballs pop from their sockets—but I resist.
“Vincent! Don’t fucking hurt him,please!” Essa screams out. Her voice cracking causes me to hesitate for a split second.
Instead, in a heartbeat, I lunge and swing my right fist out at the same time. It quickly connects with his temple, and he falls to the floor with a crash his body slumping at an impossible angle.
Lights out, motherfucker.
Now that’s taken care of. For now…
