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i plastered a smile on my face as i knocked on the white door. i know i told lia that i'd be at school but i have important things to do.

the door opened.

"hey, neymar! i didn't expect you to..." the person trailed off as they looked at my tall figure. i smirked underneath the hoodie and pushed pass her, entering her house.

"mikayla," i said cheerily.

"r-rosalie," she stuttered and closed the door, "long time no see."

i nodded, looking around. my eyes fell back on the girl in front of me.

"aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"aren't you supposed to be threatening me?"

mikayla gulped and gave me a nervous smile. "i didn't expect to see you here, honestly. i didn't th-thought you w-would come t-t-to me." she started stuttering as i neared her.

i laughed and rubbed my hands together. i leaned down to her ear, "you're going to regret what you did."

in a swift move, i pulled the gun from my hip and knocked her with the barrel. mikayla cried out and i dragged her by her hair out of the living room.

i know this place like my hand middle. i dragged her down to the basement, all the way with her screaming and thrashing. at one point, i could swear i felt her hair shift in my palm — not that i'd care.

i used my foot to kick open the door and throw her in the basement. her body collided with the ground and she backed up on her knees.

i moved towards her and lifted my leg and stomped in her face. mikayla's body fell to the ground as blood ran from her nose.

"let's play a game." i said and looked at her.

"i ask you a question and you answer. if the answer is wrong, i'll hit you. if the answer is right or reasonable, i'll hit you. fair enough?" i grinned and pulled the hood from my head.

i took off the jacket and tied it around my waist.

mikayla looked up at me, her hand at her bleeding nose.

"i told you to leave me alone. why didn't you?"

mikayla didn't answer and i clocked the gun, making her flinch.

"i-i wanted you back. i couldn't l-leave you." she sniffled.

i gritted my teeth, "i told you i wanted nothing to do with you, mikayla! why couldn't you just... take the memo??"

"i-i love you—"

i punched her in her face, making her scream out in pain.

"love me?" i gritted, "love?" i scoffed.

my anger started to take over.

"if you loved me," i grabbed her collar, "you would've left me alone and respected me," i punched her, "if you loved me, you would've back down and respect the fact that i've found a girlfriend." another punch, "if you love me as you say, you would've left me alone!"

i straddled her body and started taking punches at her face. mikayla tried her best to block them but it wasn't working. i got up from her body and with no mercy, started kicking her.

"rosalie, s-stop!" she cried, "i-it hurts!"

"that's what i said the night when you raped me and did you stop?" i yelled at her, "did you, bitch? absolutely not. so why should i spare you any mercy?"

i grabbed the knife from my pocket and kneeled in front of her and forcefully opened her mouth.

"this will shut you the fuck up," i mumbled and took a hold on her tongue. i put the knife in her mouth and started taking her tongue out.

mikayla wailed. not being satisfied, i pushed the blade down her throat, cutting her from the inside.

she looked at me wide eyes as i split her throat from her inside.

"this is what you get for fucking ruining me, perra. esto es lo que obtienes por hacer que casi la pierda." (-bitch. this is what you get for almost making me lose her)

this wasn't just for what she did recently, but for all the bad things she did to me in past. the things she put me through. the nights i spent trying to kill myself because she gave me trauma. the nights i spent crying myself to sleep because love hurts.

i ripped the knife from her throat and grabbed the gun from the ground.

blood flowed from her throat and mouth. i placed the gun on her forehead and emptied the bullets in her forehead. a hole was left back and i looked down at the dead body in front of me.

it doesn't help what happens in the past but it can let me live in peace. knowing that i don't have a crazy bitch who's out after me and my life.

looking at mikayla's body, something inside me chipped.

what will lia think when she knows that ive murdered someone? rip their throat out?

fuck.

this is what happens when you don't think of the consequences.

i don't care anyways.

if i have to get her to see the good in me again, i'm going to do it.

she's mine now and im not going to let her go.

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