It is here. It has been here…waiting for me to post. I wrote it last weekend in preparation for this past week and I got distracted. There really is no good excuse. The second installment of this months prompt story. It’s a short one today!

He was beautiful in the beginning and I couldn’t say no when he asked me out. I wanted him to be everything I thought he was. I wanted him to be the one I had been looking and waiting for, but I should have seen the signs. He asked so many questions about me and never gave a lot of information about himself. I didn’t know where he lived or worked. I didn’t even know where he grew up. It wasn’t until too late that I realized I didn’t know his last name. 

It was a whirlwind romance that lasted a week. I met him at a coffee shop and he paid for my drink. We ended up at a bookstore that same day, looking at books and talking about our favorite authors. He was witty, funny, and magical. With what little he had given me, I had created this perfect man. I was so very wrong. 

The next day we got together for a movie. He bought everything. The tickets, the popcorn that we didn’t finish, and my favorite candy. He remembered my favorite candy from the day before. The third day we had dinner at a fancy restaurant, and we went back to my place for a movie. We fell asleep on my couch.  

The third day blended into the fourth day because he never went home. We woke up stiff from sleeping on the couch. We went out for breakfast and stayed out until it was lunchtime, picking up lunch and going to the park. The conversation never died or lulled.  

On the fifth day I didn’t hear from him most of the day. Once the sun went down and I had yet to hear from him, I just assumed he was going to ghost me. After getting ready for bed, a knock on my door had me throwing on a robe. It was him, drunk and mumbling. He stumbled into my house and followed me to bed. I took his shoes off and let him lie down. I slept beside him. 

The sixth day today is when it all blew up. I woke up this morning in a bed that was not mine. My hands tired to the bed frame. I tugged and pulled, but I was tied well. He sat in the corner of the room smiling at me. He said nothing, getting up and sauntering across the room to me. He stood over me, the smile still on his face. I felt tears rolling down my face. “Please.” I whispered, pulling at the rope tying me down.  

“Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.” He pleaded. I nodded. He untied me from the bed, pulling me to his chest. The knife on the bedside table caught my eye the second I woke up. He didn’t see me grab it. He didn’t expect a knife to slam into his back. He didn’t expect me to fight. I shoved the knife into his back, into his spine, going for the most damage possible. And after that, there was no going back. 

He had no idea that I had planned to kill him from the beginning, he just shortened the time line.