Luca: I dare youMature

"Oh, I'm sorry. Gemme, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kill you! Sorry!" I move around to the seat right behind him and twist around so my face is right next to his, smiling. "What do you want?"

"Well you did just kill my girlfriend," before he can move away, I smash my head forward into his, head butting him hard. He whimpers, his hand moving to his head as a bruise starts to form already.

"I... I didn't mean to."

"I don't give a fuck if you meant it or not," I snap, "you still did it!"

"No, you see, I didn't want to." He talks frantically, as though he has limited time to talk in. Guess I look murderous, even if I don't feel it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just want my daughter back. I do!"

"Tough shit, man. You really are gonna have to drag me through court if you want her back now. And I'll tell you one thing, the cops have literally nothing on me. You just murdered my girlfriend, the woman you left your daughter with. Think they'll let you have her back now?"

"That was you... I don't know how you did it... that was you wasn't it? You did this... that." He points to the salt and the coffee. "What're you trying to do? Gemme... Gemme... I liked her, should've made her die in flames... something big. You think she'd like that? I think she would've liked that." He blabbers and I roll my eyes.

"If you liked her, then why'd you stab her? And, for your information, I don't think Gemme would have liked to die at all. She was nineteen for fuck's sake." You can't fault me on my acting, at least.

"She had to. I want my daughter back!" She had to? That's fucked up, man. I was the one refusing to let you anywhere near her.

"Then why'd you stab Gemme, why not me?" I frown. I can't even slap Gemme without feeling horrible afterwards, let alone anything worse than that.

"You can defend yourself, I thought you could defend Gemme to, but the moment was so opportune..." Yeah well if we hadn't been in the middle of a fight, I would have defended her.

"Opportune?" I laugh, "you're a nut case. I thought I was bad, but you?" I shake my head, "you're something else, man."

"Heh, how else can I kill the one you love, when you're around? Do you even love her? I mean. In the salt... you called her a friend... you couldn't defend her even when she was outside, crying for you, she was shedding tears for you and you didn't care. Hah. Love." I roll my eyes and slap him round the back of the head, making his eyes water with the pain.

"Wasn't enough salt to put girlfriend," I tell him, "and she was outside because she wouldn't tell me what was bugging her when I asked her. Of course I fucking care."

"Ahh, no it's all clear. It just sounds like fucking excuses to me," you can believe what you like, Alex. I don't give a fuck what you think. "And you're a freak! How the fuck did you do that with the salt?"

"You're a freak. You stabbed a defenceless woman and ran away like a fucking coward," I sneer.

"What, compared to sticking around and getting beaten up by you? I'm not stupid."

"Yeah, well before I got here I wasn't going to bother beating you up," I poke him in the side with the tip of my knife, "I was just gonna stick this in your throat and be done with it. But then I felt like fucking with your head a bit," which is fair enough, really. You did just kill Gemme. Doesn't matter if she can come back.

"You have a knife with you!?" I cuff him round the back of the head again as his yelping attracts a couple of uncertain stares, though I'm holding the knife so no one can see it.

"I always have a knife with me," and then I have an idea. "But here. You can have it. I don't need it as such. I just like watching people shit themselves," I smile, shoving it in his hand. "You want your daughter back? You already killed the woman she was calling mommy. How about killing the guy she calls daddy now?" C'mon you bastard. I dare you.


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