A Brutal yet Beautiful Romance, chapter 2
I finally moved into Tre's apartment. Knowing that Billie would never hurt me again, I could sleep soundly at night. But it was too good to last... The morning after I moved in with Tre' I slept in late. Big mistake on my part. I woke up with someones hot breath on my neck. For a second I thought it was Billie, and I just laid still for a second, but then I thought that it must be Tre' because Billie didn't have a key to get in. Or did he? I turn a around and that's the last thing I can remember. Until I woke up in an old warehouse somewhere.
I finally realized where I was. It was the recording studio Billie had bought out. I was tied to a chair. Tight ropes dug into my skin, deeper and deeper by the second. I was sitting in a chair facing the back wall. I tried to look around but my hair was tied to the chair as well. Finally after a few min. Of awkward silence, Billie's voice rose from the depths of darkness in the room.
"So. I can see that you took care of yourself, after our little incident back at my place," Billie said turning the light on and giving me an evil smirk.
"Little incident. If that's what you call little, then murder must be just a small crime," I said. Billie grabbed my lips tight enough so I wouldn't be able to speak.
"You were nothing to me. I never loved you and I never will," Billie said. I starred straight into his eyes, and spit in his face. Billie backed.
"Same old Nicole. Always thinking that she can do everything when she's in the worst situation. But who's tied upand who's walking free," Billie said slapping me across my face.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but we're over. You need to get over that," I said trying to convince Billie.
"Nicole. Nicole. Nicole. Let me tell you one thing and one thing only," at this point Billie was right in my face, trying to prove his point," This relationship was done and over with a long time ago.
It's not about love any more. It's about getting sweet revenge, for putting me in rehab, and getting me arrested. So if I were you I'd be saying my last words and get ready to die. This is the last time you ever see the light of day again, BITCH!" Billie screamed and went to the other side of the room to get the knife that was covered in blood.
"Is that the same knife you tried to kill me with before?" I said looking at the blood dripping off the knife.
"Why yes it is. But this time it will get the job done," Billie said laughing.
Now what Billie didn't know was that I also had a knife. But I was using it to save my life. Not end it. I was just about to cut through the rope and Billie started to walk towards me. Teasing me with every step he took. I broke through the ropes and took my knife as Billie was getting ready to stab me. But I beat him to the point. I hit him in the stomach. Billie fell to the floor. I opened my eyes and saw what I did. I took the knife out of him, for he was still breathing.
"Looks... Li... Like... I... Tau... Taught... You... Well," Billie said as he was fading away.
"Looks like you did, but you forgot the part where you die," I stabbed him one more time to end it all. I had the life of someone on my hands. My hands, legs, face, and shirt was covered in blood.
"Like you said Billie, that love was a waste of my time," I said spitting on the dead corpse of my ex-boyfriend. I was walking away and I feel a sharp pain in my leg. Billie's blood covered hand was on the bottom of my leg.
"You... Got... Me... Good... But no good enough," Billie said stabbing me in the leg.
I started to scream. Then I woke up, in a white room, with machines all around me. I was in the hospital again. My dream had come true. I felt my leg. Or at least the leg I thought I had there. I reached down and my leg wasn't there. Tre' walked in the room. He told me everything. The cut on my leg had gotten infected and now I was a handicap.
I finally realized where I was. It was the recording studio Billie had bought out. I was tied to a chair. Tight ropes dug into my skin, deeper and deeper by the second. I was sitting in a chair facing the back wall. I tried to look around but my hair was tied to the chair as well. Finally after a few min. Of awkward silence, Billie's voice rose from the depths of darkness in the room.
"So. I can see that you took care of yourself, after our little incident back at my place," Billie said turning the light on and giving me an evil smirk.
"Little incident. If that's what you call little, then murder must be just a small crime," I said. Billie grabbed my lips tight enough so I wouldn't be able to speak.
"You were nothing to me. I never loved you and I never will," Billie said. I starred straight into his eyes, and spit in his face. Billie backed.
"Same old Nicole. Always thinking that she can do everything when she's in the worst situation. But who's tied upand who's walking free," Billie said slapping me across my face.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but we're over. You need to get over that," I said trying to convince Billie.
"Nicole. Nicole. Nicole. Let me tell you one thing and one thing only," at this point Billie was right in my face, trying to prove his point," This relationship was done and over with a long time ago.
It's not about love any more. It's about getting sweet revenge, for putting me in rehab, and getting me arrested. So if I were you I'd be saying my last words and get ready to die. This is the last time you ever see the light of day again, BITCH!" Billie screamed and went to the other side of the room to get the knife that was covered in blood.
"Is that the same knife you tried to kill me with before?" I said looking at the blood dripping off the knife.
"Why yes it is. But this time it will get the job done," Billie said laughing.
Now what Billie didn't know was that I also had a knife. But I was using it to save my life. Not end it. I was just about to cut through the rope and Billie started to walk towards me. Teasing me with every step he took. I broke through the ropes and took my knife as Billie was getting ready to stab me. But I beat him to the point. I hit him in the stomach. Billie fell to the floor. I opened my eyes and saw what I did. I took the knife out of him, for he was still breathing.
"Looks... Li... Like... I... Tau... Taught... You... Well," Billie said as he was fading away.
"Looks like you did, but you forgot the part where you die," I stabbed him one more time to end it all. I had the life of someone on my hands. My hands, legs, face, and shirt was covered in blood.
"Like you said Billie, that love was a waste of my time," I said spitting on the dead corpse of my ex-boyfriend. I was walking away and I feel a sharp pain in my leg. Billie's blood covered hand was on the bottom of my leg.
"You... Got... Me... Good... But no good enough," Billie said stabbing me in the leg.
I started to scream. Then I woke up, in a white room, with machines all around me. I was in the hospital again. My dream had come true. I felt my leg. Or at least the leg I thought I had there. I reached down and my leg wasn't there. Tre' walked in the room. He told me everything. The cut on my leg had gotten infected and now I was a handicap.
