“I want you to kill him!” I shouted, my finger jabbing angrily at the picture. “I want you to kill him.” He studied me for a bit, a small smile on his face as he looked between my red tear stained face and the picture in the newspaper.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked as he took the newspaper from my hand and folded it back up.
“Yes…I want him to suffer the same way he’s made me suffer.” He pulled me to his chest, allowing me to hide my face in his shirt as he massaged my back in small circles.
“If that is what you want.”
I heard the apartment door open from my spot in the bed and rolled over to turn on the bedside lamp. The bedroom door opened and Bastian’s head appeared, his face covered by his hair.
“Did I wake you up?”
“No, I wasn’t asleep yet.”