Page 2 of Heart of a Killer

Nothing.

Nothing is ever there. My mind is playing tricks on me.

I rub my chest, trying to relieve the tightness. My breaths come more even and slow down, and the pain slowly dissipates.It was all in my head. I’m okay.This internal mantra is a poor attempt to calm my nerves. I need a smoke.

Lifting my phone to check the time, I realize in a panic that forty-five minutes have passed.Fuck me. My nap felt like mere seconds.

I run to the closet and put on my black dress, my go-to for everything. It hugs my every curve. While I’m fluffing my hair in the mirror, the car horn blares outside. Huffing, I rush around to grab my things and head out to meet Ashley.

“Gah, about damn time.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ashley snaps, cutting her eyes at me.

“Can we just go, please?”

“Yeah, whatever,” she says, flipping her hair and backing out of the driveway.

I can’t be that annoyed with Ashley. This is my fault, since I wrecked my car into the garage door, leaving me whipless and solely relying on her for all my rides until my car gets fixed. I need a fix to chill the fuck out. The memory of the dark shadow still hooks its claws in my mind. I can’t seem to shake it, leaving the panic attack creeping up my spine.

We pull up to Michelle’s house, already overcrowded with teens out on the lawn in their respective cliques. I’m in with the popular crowd, mostly because my parents are famous movie stars. They probably wouldn’t deal with my bitchy ass if it weren’t for that. I’m also not afraid to cut someone or get scrappy, so they likely fear me. Beat them or join them,right?

“Hey, Brie, looking good.”

I’m greeted by a couple of pimply jocks as we get out of the car. I ignore them and keep walking, letting my resting bitch face do the talking for me.

I walk straight into the house, searching for the person I need. Daniel better be here. He always seems to snake his way into these parties, making a quick buck. I’ve slept with him once or twice; he’s a good, quick fuck. He used to be a bigshot in high school, but now he just sells dope. No one cares as long as the drugs keep flowing. Spotting him talking to two fellow seniors in the corner, I make a beeline straight to him.

“Hey, Daniel. You got anything for me?”

“No, sorry, Brie. I’m all out.”

Disappointed is an understatement. I’m sure it’s written all over my face because Daniel just shrugs with his palms up, offering me a pitying look.

“Whatever, I’ll find someone else.” I move through the crowd to search for anyone I recognize that would have something for me. Anything, really. Pushing through the multitude of people, I’m yanked back when someone grabs me by the arm.

“Hey, what the fuck is your problem?” I yell.

A bag of blunts appear in my face, and my mouth waters.

“Is this what you are hunting for, Brie?” Cole says, grinning ear to ear like the fucking Cheshire cat. This guy is filled with tricks and games, but nothing I can’t handle.

Trying to play it cool, I just shrug. “Maybe.”

“Would you work for it?”

I grin at him and lick my lips. “What do you want from me, Cole?” Pulling him in by his shirt, I lean into his ear and whisper, “Do you want me to take your fat cock into my mouth and suck like I’m dying of thirst? Is that what you want, big boy?” I look at him with doe eyes and my hand flat on his chest. The lust in his eyes is undeniable.

Addiction runs deep, and I’ll put up with Cole to get what I want. He clearly doesn’t know how fucking insane I am in the bedroom, because I would devour him.

“Mmmm, I’m hungry.” I bite my lip for the full effect and run my hand down to his hard-on, outlined in his blue jeans. He looks like he might come in his briefs before we even have fun. Too bad for him; a woman can at least keep going after they come. I’ve always gone both ways. I can play all sides of the field. All sexes are divine.

“And I think you might just fill me up,” I tease.

He smirks like he thinks he can take me. I doubt that. Pulling him by the hand to go upstairs, we run into some of the girls from our school. They are wannabe mean girls, but they fail to see that to be a bitch, you have to not care. To have the full effect of savagery, they must cut the feelings out and become a husk of the person they used to be. That’s what I have to do to fit into this world.

“Oh, look, it’s the class whore. Are you off to run a train with the football team or get shit-face wasted with your ass hanging out again? Just wanna make sure I get my camera ready this time,” she sneers, holding up her phone. “We’re gonna have something good to upload to Pornhub later.”

“Fuck you, cunt. Maybe if your nose weren’t so far up my ass, you’d be able to see how pathetic you look.”

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