“I’ll be there,” I said, thinking of New Zealand, the country on the other side of the world. These hours had been miserable, dry eyed, silent contemplation about how the fuck I was going to exist in the same city as Jay.
The answer was easy.
I wasn’t.
I was going to escape.
Run away.
And I did just that. Forty hours later, I was sitting in business class washing down my sleeping pill with champagne, swallowing past the acid of heartbreak, hoping fate had something other than misery in store for me.
There was no way he could go to one of his offices with the fury swirling through his veins. The hatred. For himself. For Stella for making him feel. For making him love her.
But that wasn’t enough. She could love wicked things. But he could not love her back. Not entirely.
So instead of going to an office, he went where he kept people who had betrayed him. People who had tried to take what was his. The man who had raped Diane.
Jay had kept him alive for a long time, specifically so the man would wish he was dead.
Today, Jay had granted that wish. Jay had needed to end someone. Needed blood on his hands.
And it was with his bloodstained hands that he picked up a torn piece of paper that had been lying on Stella’s side of the bed. Red smeared the pages as he read the words.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
THE END
Until...
“I’ll never love any other man as completely and wretchedly as I love you. You’re a poison. One I’ll never be rid of.”