Stranger I Remain

“Not as fun as morphine but controlled substances, yo.”

Kevin continued to run his eyes up and down over her, checking out that body that was hiding behind the clothes, that were constantly getting shorter and shorter. “Well, I might need you more, that’s for sure. I think work’s going to be piling up and to be honest, when you’re not around, Lily’s always asking for you anyway.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep Lily waiting,” Jojo chuckled, leaning forward as she took another sip. “Try not to work too hard, now. You need to blow off steam somehow.” She finished the contents of her glass rather quickly. “Oh my- that’s strong.”

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Kylan clenched her eyes shut tight as more tears began to fall down her cheeks in response to the words Sam spoke. She knew that she was clinging onto false hope of this ever working out, but she hoped and prayed that it would because she couldn’t see her life without him, no matter how horrible they were to each other. Kylan took a deep breath as she wiped some tears off her cheeks before glancing up at him. “I don’t need maintenance, Sam. I’m not a fucking machine that you can just put together and leave for months on end. I’m a human being who is in love with someone who doesn’t care about me,” she confessed as she widened her eyes before quickly turning herself around; too afraid to see his reaction. “At the looks of it, I guess I’m going to have too,” Kylan whispered as she parted her lips slightly while she tried to refrain from breaking down in front of the male. “The thing is though is that I don’t want any other guy because I’ve always wanted you,” she shrugged as she continued standing with her back to him. “If you want to leave though, you can. I know I can’t stop you from doing so,” Kylan added somberly. 

The words stung more than anything to Kylan, but she didn’t allow her little facade to falter any. Her chocolate hues gazed at Sam as a small gasp fluttered past her lips at the feeling that his finger brought between her collarbone. She swallowed hard as she tried not to let his angry demeanor get to her, but it was slowly deteriorating the wall she had built up. Kylan knew that she was pathetic, but to have it be said out loud was enough to send her over the edge. “I always play fucking nice, Sam!” she spat as she got up from his lap as she ran her fingers through her hair, gripping the strands tightly. “I’ve tried so many fucking times with you, but it’s like I have to play fucking dirty in order for you to even take a second look at me,” Kylan retorted as her chest rose and fell rapidly while she tried to calm herself down. She didn’t want to have another episode as she immediately turned away from him, wiping away the lone tear that had fallen before taking a deep breath. Moments ago Kylan was the strongest woman she perceived herself to be, but with only a few words, that perception had been tainted and now she was the small, fragile girl she had always been. “I just wanted you to like me,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around her chest.

Kylan sauntered around the chair as her chocolate hues gazed intensely down at him before pouting her lower lip slightly. “I never said it was all your fault, Sam. I take full responsibility for the shit I put you through, but we all know that I put up with more,” she responded as she flipped her hair off her shoulder and ran her fingers up his thigh slowly before allowing a light laugh to escape her pretty pink lips. “You think so low of me, dear Sam,” Kylan stated as she placed herself onto his lap before trailing the pad of her thumb against his lower lip before flicking her gaze up to meet his. “You’re going to miss me,” she whispered as she gripped his jaw slightly before biting down onto her lesser lip as she allowed her gaze to travel over his facial features. Kylan knew that she was fucked up, been told her entire life, but that was the only thing she knew how to be. She was a ticking time bomb that wanted love and care but grew angry when she didn’t receive enough. Kylan truly adored Sam, but her twisted ways of evil game playing made her true intentions be coated with pure manipulation instead.

“How perceptive, I do think low of you,” he growled, flicking his head away from her. “I’ll admit, you have a nice ass. But not that nice, girlie.” Carefully, Sam placed his hand on her chest, his pointer finger right between her collarbone. The pressure point there was an effective one, Sam knew that from experience. “I suggest you get off of me before I make you. For once in your pathetic life, play nice.” 

Jojo had taking a job as a dog-walker for one of her neighbors and of course it was a giant dog that ran off. However when she looked down an alley, she saw a horrifying scene. “Wh-what…” She froze in place, breaking into a cold sweat. “What have you done?!”

She came at her, with a rush of speed. She halted before her, fangs out. She stared at the other woman. “You didn’t see anything. Got it?”

The woman’s speed startled her and Jojo stumbled back. She yelped and sparks began to jump from her body, leaving small burns on her skin. “L-leave me alone!”

She was covered in blood–someone else’s blood–in the middle of some back alley. A body lay only a few feet from her. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what happened here. And yet, the only thing she could think to say upon being spotted was, “It’s not what it looks like.”

Jojo had taking a job as a dog-walker for one of her neighbors and of course it was a giant dog that ran off. However when she looked down an alley, she saw a horrifying scene. “Wh-what...” She froze in place, breaking into a cold sweat. “What have you done?!”

“Well make yourself at home then.” He smiled, his eyes practically undressing her as they ran up and down her body, checking her out. “Well, let me know if I can get anything for you. So what are you going to up to in the next few weeks?”

Jojo smiled again; she couldn’t help but notice how he looked her over. Jojo hoped he was thinking the same thing she was, but god how horrible would it be if she was wrong? She sat down across from Kevin, crossing her legs as she sat. “I’ll be sure to let you know. I’m actually pretty free over the next few weeks, if you need me here more?”

“Well, you’re so good with her, it’s a good thing. Thank you for making things so easy for me.” He chuckled, pouring two glasses of whiskey and handing one of them to her, settling back down in his office chair, his eyes practically undressing her. “Well you can sit here and chill if you want, I don’t mind. I’m not paying you though.” He quipped, laughing.

”It’s my pleasure, really.” Jojo took the glass and took a sip. She tried to hold in a face as as the strength of the drink overwhelmed her for a moment. “Ah-! It’s really good, thanks.” Jojo shifted for a moment, her hips swaying a bit in her flowing, short skirt. “I wouldn’t mind hanging out. I don’t have anywhere else to be tonight.”

For once, this power surge wasn’t her.

“If this is a slumber party bitch fest, I swear I will just kill you all and leave,” he muttered under his breath as he stood. A scorch mark was on the carpet under his feet from where he landed. 

“What the fuck?!” Frantically, she tried to back away but promptly crashed into the couch and stumbled down. Upon impact, a few sparks flew out from her skin, leaving small scorches on her skin and on the couch. “You.... what...” All other words got caught in her throat as she regretted every life choice ever.