IOU

by Kristy Marie

I force out a devilish smile like Taylor did me a solid tonight by porking Tucker, showing me what a real piece of shit he is. And in return, I paid her back by setting our apartment ablaze.

“About twenty minutes ago. You were doing that weird, chanting thing.” My lips purse. “It’s called brainstorming.” “It’s called schizophrenia.

A smile forms on his face before it turns into something more sinister. Ah hell. He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?

Stormy eyes, filled with fury lock onto mine before he presses his lips to mine, his hands spanning my jaw to the back of my head, tilting me back and opening my mouth. Bitter and warm, the beer floods my mouth, and I have no other option but to swallow it.

When my genie needs me, I’m going to be there for him like he was for me.