Page 2 of Bleed for Me

“Please what?”

“Help me.”

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of my chest. “Oh, I can help. Of course. Who wouldn’t help someone in your situation? Just a sad, pathetic, idiotic drug addict.” I bit out the last words, the rage returning in full force. “You are nothing. A waste of space. A drain on society. Completely and utterlyworthless.” The familiar words flowed out of my mouth, memory and reality blending together.

Suddenly, I wasn’t seeing the man in front of me anymore. His face began to morph. Scraggly beard bled into rough scruff surrounding a stern jaw. The soft green in his eyes changed to a muddied blue, still hazy with drug use. Hair shifted from brown to dirty blonde. Greasy locks hung around his face and lightly rested against his shoulders. I watched as this nameless person changed into the man who haunted my dreams. The man who called out the darkness in me as I tried to hide away. The man who stole my mother from me. The man who fucked up my life every day growing up.

Agony filled me as I let out a sharp gasp and lunged forward. Gripping the hilt of the knife roughly, I ripped out the blade. “How? How are you here?” I screamed into his face. Emotionless orbs stared back, a hollow dark laugh leaving his lips. “No. You don’t get to laugh at me.” I seethed as I reached my arm back. Bringing it back down with as much force as I could, I stabbed. Again and again. Blood spraying from each harsh yank.

As I continued my brutal assault, he continuously shifted. Changing before me from the man of my past laughing and egging me on to the sad man begging for help, pleading for me to stop.

Back and forth, reality no longer clear.

When I was too exhausted to continue, I fell back onto my heels, panting and staring at the body before me.

It was never him.

I violently shook my head, trying to clear my vision and mind.

Fuck.

Quickly glancing around, I was grateful to see no one.

On shaky limbs, I pushed myself up and started to cautiously wander around. Looking for something, anything, to help hide what I’d done. A few steps out, I saw an alleyway with an overflowing dumpster.

Well, it’s better than leaving the body in the middle of the sidewalk.

Making my way over to the dumpster, I rummaged around, finding a large bag, only partially full, and dumping the contents out. Another quick search revealed a few towels that I snatched up as well.

I made my way back and bent over. Carefully working the bag around the lifeless corpse, using the towels as a barrier between my hands and his body. After a moment of hesitation, I yanked out the knife and roughly wiped the end onto his clothes. After cleaning off the blood the best I could without touching him, I slipped the knife into my jacket pocket. With one more big breath, I bent and threw the now filled trash bag over my shoulder and stumbled my way back to the alley.

Dropping the body in front of the dumpster, I started to rummage around again, removing just enough trash to fit the corpse into the bin without it being obvious it was in there. Bending over again, I hefted up my victim and threw him over the lip and piled the trash back in. Arranging it the best I could while moving quickly, not sure when my luck would run out and someone may pass by. Huffing, I stepped back and dusted my hands off. I glanced back and saw the blood still pooled on the sidewalk, towels strewn carelessly around the mess. Taking a deep breath, I gazed at the crimson liquid darkening from prolonged exposure to the air.

Closing my eyes, I tried to feel remorse. I really did try, but instead, all I felt was…peace.

Exhaling slowly, I opened my eyes again and made my way over one last time to the spot of my awakening. Gazing down, wanting to prolong this moment as long as possible, I inhaled and relished in the coppery scent filling my nose. Finally, I knelt and grabbed the towels, mopping up the coagulating blood until there was only a stain remaining on the concrete.

There, that should be good enough. No one is going to notice another stain on the ground unless they’re really looking. Right?

I let out a heavy sigh and jogged back over to the trash bin to shove the soiled towels as far down as I could.

Then, without another glance back, I turned and made my way home.

Chapter 1

Mick

8 years later

“Damn Mick, you really don’t fuck around.” Jesse laughs, punching my shoulder.

I smirk and shrug. “What can I say? I know what I like.” Looking back down to my phone, I quickly type out a response then turn my attention to the annoying fucker in front of me. Okay, that’s unfair. Jesse Rolland is, I suppose one could consider, my best friend. We’ve grown close the last seven years and know everything about each other. Well, almost everything. He may not know that I am the villain in the nightmares of the residents of Santa Fe, but other than that, there are no secrets between us.

“I can’t believe she didn’t kick you in the balls dude. Seriously, what were you thinking?” He takes a long pull of his beer, humor in his eyes as he stares me down.

I shrug again, taking another drink of my own before answering. “I like to be upfront. I’m into some kinky shit and don’t like surprises. It’s too easy for something to quickly change from mind blowing to assault if there aren’t clear boundaries agreed beforehand.” I wink at him, chuckling. “And there was definitely no lack of enjoyment this time, on either end. She may have the personality of a wet dog but damn can that girl fuck.” Images of Veronica tied up and gagged flash in my mind. I have to subtly shift to adjust my growing hard on as more images flood in.

My hand around her throat, yanking her head back roughly by her hair. Ripping the gag from her mouth to shove in my dick in one hard thrust.

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