Yes, short one! But I only planned on updating once today ;)
Next chapter they'll see each other again... Happy? *smirks*
Once Alice hangs up with the promise of leaving me along, letting me cool off in solitude, I throw my phone on the ground. I'm surprised the screen doesn't shatter.
I whistle, once, and Persy comes closer, head low. I scared her, I know I have. People may think Rottweilers are vicious dogs, but to be honest, she's the purest fucking creature that walks the earth.
"I'm sorry, baby." I coo at her. She steps in between my parted legs, I hold my bloody hand away from her. After I take a few deep, consoling breaths, I scratch behind Persy's ears and let her lead me back inside. Her paws are noisy on the hardwood, dark floors, and she barks once before she settles down on her pillow next to the couch.
My hand was a mess, and I only hope I haven't messed up my tattoo by being a fucking asshole with anger issues.
She didn't know what to do…
I rings through my head all the while I clean up my hand in the bathroom sink. The water runs red and bloody, and I hiss when I pat my wound dry with a towel before I toss it in the trash. It's not too bad, but it'll swell in the morning. Rummaging through the cupboard under the sink, I find some bandages and wrap them around my assaulted knuckles.
All the possible scenarios wind me up so tightly, the effects of the alcohol I've consumed seem to vanish instantly.
I run back to my computer and click back onto the credit card statements.
Fucking Oceanside Hotel.
So that's where she's hiding. I know where she is, and I know she doesn't know that I do.
I leave on the lights, fill up Persephone's bowl with water and food and make my way out. I'm halfway down the hall to the elevator when I realize I'm not wearing a shirt and forgot my car keys.
"Fuck." I mutter to myself, and jog back inside, running down to my bedroom and grabbing the first shirt I find in the closet. My eyes linger on the safe tucked away in between my stacked jeans.
She promised me a fucking chance.
She's not even trying, accusing me.
My blood starts boiling again, and I'm determined now. I need to go see her, fetch her, convince her. It might take some fear for her to understand my true feelings, but if she wanted to play hide and seek, she should be prepared for the wolf to come find her. She's been messy, so messy, leaving her trail all over my city. Hiding from me.
I dial my code until the safe clicks open and retrieve my knife. The blade shines in the ambient lighting in the closet. My girl want to play dirty and assume the fucking worst? I'll show her just how foul I can play.
Yep.
*hides*