Leave Me Behind

by K.M. Moronova

There’s something in the way he stares at me, like a starved man who’s contemplating a heinous act. You don’t have to tell me there isn’t one good thought in his head. Red flags are flying all around this guy. But I can’t look away. He captivates me, scares me even and I can kill a man in five seconds flat.

My mom always said I was into bad guys. I doubt she knew I’d grow up to be into ones who clearly had psychological problems. The ones you don’t tell God about when you pray at church to forgive your sins—the ones with dark backstories and baggage.

“You see how wet you are for a stranger? What a good girl. Are you going to scream for me too? I’d like it if you did,” he whispers, but his voice isn’t soothing. It’s sexy and scary. Dominant.

“What God? Tonight, you only scream and cry for me. No God will bear witness to what I make of you.”

“Why are you still here?” I ask, not sounding as cruel as I was going for. The corner of his lip kicks up and he sets a hand on the wall behind me. “No one’s kicked me out before and I didn’t like it.”

“Great. Our psychopath meets his match and now our lives are in their twisted hands.”

“Every time you talk, I want to shove my cock into your mouth. Stop fucking pushing me or I won’t be so nice.”

Hatred and desire aren’t so different. Both are an obsessive, all-consuming emotion. It’s a thin line to walk on.

Irrationally, I feel jealous that she still loves a dead man. I don’t want her to feel that way for anyone… Though, I guess it’d be okay if she felt that way about me.

don’t waste time unclicking my deployment bag.

“You are where my sanity starts,” he murmurs gravely, his jaw setting and brows knitting. He hates to admit these things to me—that much is obvious. But it warms my chest that he shares it with me anyway. “You are where mine ends,”

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I’ll bury you.”

“It’s the monster in me,” I manage to say between hushed moans. His brow raises. “That craves the one in you.”