Page 1 of Haunting Phantom
Chapter One
The fragile glass of an empty beer bottle shatters against the wall, as the bitch’s screams of ecstasy turn into pure panic. She leaps off his lap, her widened eyes staring across the room in pure horror.
“That’s right, bitch. Touch him again, and you’ll get more than a beer tossed at you!”The lights in the room flicker, matching the anger that’s radiating off me in waves.
“What the fuck, Phantom?”
The audacity of this bitch, strutting in here like she’s hot shit, even though she’s just another whore trying to sleep with my man. Every girl knows he’s mine, and yet they still don’t seem to get the message.
Another bottle flies across the room, shattering just above her left shoulder.
God, I love the sound of broken glass in the evening.
“Eve, please, stop this shit!”
The girl looks from me to him with confusion evident in her eyes.
“Get it through your dumb little head. Phantom’s mine. Always has been. Always will be.”
“Seriously, Phantom? Are you really thinking aboutherright now when you’ve got me half naked in your room?
Krampus, Pinhead, and Voorhees all appear in the doorway, their smug smiles doing nothing but fuel my need to put on a show. It’s the one thing Phantom always loved about me—the way I can become the center of everyone’s attention even when I wasn’t trying. My temper, on the other hand, was something he always gave me flack for. He said genetics got it wrong when I came out blonde and busty, because I had the fiery temper of someone red-headed and bat-shit crazy. He got the bat-shit crazy part right, because right now this bitch is going down.
With one strong push, the girl is on the ground as I wrap her long blonde locks around my fist like a set of golden knuckles, and drag her furiously from the room.
“I keep telling you bitches to stay away from my man, but none of you seem to listen. Now I gotta take out the trash. Ugh, what do you weigh? Eight hundred pounds? It doesn’t matter. You’re fucking lightweight compared to the last one who dared to fuck my man.”
Her screams of terror ricochet off the walls, pinging in all directions as she tries desperately to fight me off. She doesn’t land a single punch.This girl really needs to learn how to fight.
The other men jump back as the poor defenseless club whore is flung from the room, the door slamming in their faces as I seal off Phantom’s only way of escaping. Now it’s just me and him… just the way I like it.
“Why do you keep doing this?” he whispers, shaking his head in equal amounts of shame and mortification.
“I do it for us, baby. Nobody fucking touches my man and gets away with it.”Sitting next to him on the bed, I gently run my fingers through his hair, tossing the tangles away as I lean in closer.“It’s because I love you.”
He swiftly moves away, grabbing the first unopened bottle he can find before chugging it down and slamming it on the dresser.
“YOU MAKE ME FUCKING CRAZY!” he rages, turning toward me. “Do you fucking realize that? You make me goddamn crazy!”
Patting the bed next to me, I urge him to sit down, but like always, the defiant part of him resists. Instead, he walks over to the window, staring up at the moon through the cold, autumn-kissed glass.
“You gotta let me go, Eve. You can’t keep hanging around like this; it isn’t healthy.”
“I know,”I whisper, carefully climbing off the bed to join him at the window. When I try to take his hand, he brushes me off, giving me the cold shoulder.“Blake, you know how much I love you. Please don’t give up on us. Not now. Not after all we’ve been through.”
I couldn’t blame him for hating me. I’ve done nothing but flit in and out of his life since the last time we saw each other. It’s not like I’m breadcrumbing him or anything; I just genuinely can’t let him go. The universe won’t let me. It’s like our souls are bound by an invisible thread, tying us together forever.
“Please,” he begs, staring at his reflection in the glass. “Stop fucking with me.”
The smallest of smirks toys with my lips as I saunter toward him, trailing my fingers up his backbone like I’m counting every vertebra beneath his skin.
“If it were that easy to leave, I would’ve done it months ago…”
He turns, our eyes meeting in the darkness.
“Face it, honey, you’re stuck with me.”
His mouth tics in frustration, and before I can dissuade him from it, he grabs the bottle of bourbon off the windowsill,downing what was left of the liquid inside until it burns down his throat and his eyes get bleary and hazy.
