My Turn

by Madilyn DeRose

Everything about her called out to me. Even in her darkest state, she was like carrion and I was a vulture, circling above her until it was my turn to feed. It was my fucking turn.

“Rope or zip ties?” “Hm. Rope.” “Gag or duct tape?” Shaking my head, I started rifling through the clothes in my closet. “Neither. Don’t you want to hear me scream?”

needed to delete all the food delivery apps on my phone and force myself to bring lunch to work, but have you met Taco Bell? It was a sad girl’s wet dream

I had my own worries when they began digging into the incident, but I was confident everything would be just fine.

Wait did he kill his brother? Oof that might be hard for me to move past

I’d always been here and I always would be. Only death could attempt to tear me away from Alana and even then, I wasn’t sure that hell could restrain me. Not when it came to her. I’d drag her into the void with me if that’s what it took.

“He had a $500,000 policy, which grants you $50,000 in lieu of his death.” “Who?” Alana asked, barely audible. “You. That’s the share you’ll receive.” “Who is the other?” Isabella blinked a couple of times, then clasped her fingers again. “The remaining ninety percent went to his child.”

Oh FUCK NO, nevermind im glad the bastard burned

She was going to be mine, first as this person who lurked in the dark, then as Jayce Weste. Game, set, match.

When your neck prickles and you feel like you’re being watched, I want you wet and needy because you know who lurks in your shadow.”

I rested my forehead against the glass and willed myself to get a grip. Stalker bad. Reality good. I might have to make it my new mantra.

If she wanted to take things slow, we could do that. I’d hate every second of it but for her, I would stop time.

“I’ve been after you for twelve years, baby. You were mine then and you’re mine now. You always will be.”

I’d have to remember gloves next time. That was something I always forgot. I hated them, though. They were like socks for your hands. I hated socks too.

She is me. I am her.

He stepped into me, backing me up against the car. “I will always protect you. It doesn’t matter how big the threat is.”

If one of us had to be a monster, I’d happily claim the title as long as I got Alana in the process.

“I love you,” I said into her mouth. “I love you. I fucking love you. Until my dying breath, with my dying breath, after my dying breath.”

“This isn’t a game!” “Everything is a game, Alana! Life is a fucking game. There are winners and losers. We can cheat, lie, manipulate the odds. Everybody is keeping score and if you haven’t figured that out then you’re too naïve.”

You weren’t made to be mediocre. I don’t want easy. I don’t want complacency. I want this. Us. Forever.”

“I’ll happily spend an eternity in hell for that. Do you know why?” She stared, waiting. “Because it puts you right there beside me. There’s no escape, baby, and it’s time for you to accept that you don’t want one.”