His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

“Hey…” Kat said and took a seat next to me. He wanted to help me, but Maura didn’t let him. “Here you go.” I frowned when I saw pizza. 

“No, thank you.” 

“You’ve eaten nothing since morning.” 

“I’m not hungry,” I lied with a smile. 

“You look so pale and colorless,” he said and brushed my hair off my face. 

“Don’t touch me.” I snapped, and he frowned. 

“Relax, I’m gay.” He laughed. 

“I know.” I sighed and shook this topic away. “Is Kat your real name?”  

“No, my name is Knox Christopher, but everyone calls me Kat.” A blush spread across his thin face. “I just love being called Kat.” 

“You’re a nice person, Kat,” I said with a genuine smile and went into the van to get Maura’s vitamin pills. 

My heart skipped a beat when I found Scott sitting in the van. He was leaning against the couch, staring at the ceiling blankly. Once he heard my footsteps, he straightened himself and looked at me. His eyes narrowed once he recognized me. 

I fixed my glasses and stepped inside, fidgeting. I felt my heartbeats beating harder and harder as I got closer to him. His eyes focused on me like a hawk. He looked even more handsome when he showed no expression. 

Ignoring his eyes, I rummaged through the drawers, but a pill bottle couldn’t be found. I felt his sweet scent come closer to me as he stepped nearer me. A gasp escaped my lips when his huge body pressed into my back and made my skin tingle. He covered my hand with his palm and laid his head on my shoulder. I closed my eyes, breathing sharply. I winced when he grabbed my hand and examined it. It was the same hand where I had earned red spots from Maura. 

“Who did this?” He asked, and I said nothing.  The next moment, he grasped my waist and flipped me around, making me face him. He examined my hand for a few beats before he intertwined his hand with mine. “Does it hurt you?” He asked, and I shook my head no. He squeezed my hand harder, causing me to yelp in pain. “Does it hurt you?” He asked, and I shook my head. His grip tightened around my hand and tears formed in my eyes due to severe pain. “Does it hurt you, Miss Davidson?” 

I shook my head, even though it was completely killing me. His grip loosened when accidentally tears fell from my eyes as he paused, watching me with a blank expression. 

“I’ll never give you satisfaction, Mr. Martinez,” I said with my trembling lips, grabbed a bottle of vitamin pills, and was about to get away from him, but he gripped my hand and shoved me back to the same place roughly.

“I don’t want fucking satisfaction!” he said with a flared nostril and pressed me into the cabinet, his hot breathing blowing across my face. “All I want is your…”

“Sir…!” Suddenly, Kat’s shout broke out in the air. “Sir, Maura…” he stopped in the middle when he saw the two of us together. His expression showed pure shock as he was noticing how close Scott was to me. 

“What Maura…?” Scott growled out and stepped away from me, allowing me to breathe properly. 

“Maura faints down…” he announced, and Scott stood upright. 

Without a word, he rushed out of the van and sprinted towards the set. Kat gazed at me curiously for a long minute. I almost thought he would ask me about us, but he turned around and followed Scott. 

I blew out a breath and looked at my hand. I winced when I felt a slight pain. Scott’s calloused hand had left a fingerprint around my wrist. He had hated me so much that he wanted to hurt me so badly. He needed excuses to wound my heart and my body. 

‘No…no…!’ Scott was screaming agonizingly and grasped my hand to stop me, but I didn’t stop. I kept stabbing Samuel’s heart repeatedly and made his flesh and blood splatter across my face. “Camille, stop it… stop it…” finally Scott was able to tear me away from his brother’s dead body. 

I gasped for air as my eyes glared at Samuel, whose eyes were wide open and his mouth agape opened as he was staring at the ceiling. He was dead and his body froze like ice. I had killed him. 

“Samuel…” And suddenly my stone heart melted when I saw Scott. He was crying. He was crying harder. I had never seen this boy crying, but he was weeping like a baby for his dead brother. ‘Samuel…’ he looked around in desperation for help. ‘Somebody please help… please help…’ he begged and begged and begged…

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