I knew I shouldn’t.

But I’m going to anyway…

I came up behind her and peered over her shoulder as she’s yet again scribbling away in the notebook. That’s when I realized she was crying. Her shoulders were shaking and the ink on the page is smeared with her tears…and her blood. A small razor blade in her hand as small droplets of red fell from her wrist and onto the pages of her letter to someone named, Mellie.

My blood was full on boiling, anger taking over running operation Preppy where lust had just left off when I read the next sentence.

Mellie, I’m so sorry. I can’t go on like this. I won’t. I think I’m ready for it to all be over. This time for good….

After everything, she still wanted to die?

A growl tore from my throat. I gnashed my teeth together, leaning over I ripped the notebook out from under her. She yelped in surprise, but I ignored her. I was dragging her through the back gate into the field before she could utter a single word in protest.

“What are you doing?” she asked, tumbling under my grip. I continued to pull her along side of me through the field.

“You’ll see,” I spat, venom in my usually happy voice.

“Fuck you. Get off of me. You killed him! You killed Conner!” she yelled. “Why? Why didn’t you just leave me there to die when that’s clearly what you want?” Dre asked, her eyes narrowed at me, her posture tight.

“You want to know why I killed him? I’ll fucking tell you why. I pumped three bullets into that motherfucker’s chest because he was touching you, trying to ruin you…” I searched her eyes and ran the backs of my fingers across her cheek. “I was jealous,” I admitted.

“Why?” she asked, anger and confusion marring her beautiful face.

“Why? Because, if anyone is going to ruin you, it’s going to be me.”

“You’re sick,” she spat.

“Oh, Doc. You have no fucking idea,” I said, tightening my grip on her arm. “He hurt you, and he paid for it.”

“You are hurting me!” Dre screamed. I dug my fingers harder into her skin.

“So make me pay.”

“I don’t want this. I don’t want you,” she said, sounding like she was arguing with herself instead of me.

“You have a sick need to kill yourself. I’m going to help you with that.” I lowered my voice to a deep growl. “Meanwhile I have my own sick needs I think you might be able to help me with.”

“No! I hate you,” she spat, as I continued to tug her beside me.

“Good, you can hate me while I fuck you,” I said. “But first things first. My lesson obviously didn’t take in that brain of yours. You want what you want and I can’t stop you,” I said, as we approached the train tracks which were elevated on a mound of gravel several feet off the ground. The warning lights flashed orange, the neon reflective barriers dropped down to cover the service road, while the bells indicating an approaching train clanged away. “And since I can’t stop you, I’m going to help you out. Bullet in the head was so three hours ago. I’ve got something even better in mind now.”

“Wait. What?” she asked, her teeth chattering. “You…you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t what?” I said, turning around to face her, almost losing my footing when I noticed the trail of dried tears on her cheeks. I looked away for a fraction of a second to regain my composure. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” I cocked an eyebrow. “You already know that I’ve been there, done that, bought the motherfucking t-shirt, doll.” Her eyes went wide and she made a move to step back. “Oh no, Doc, I read your letter and I saw what you wanted. And remember, I’m nothing if not accommodating.”

When I pulled her to climb the gravel mound her knees locked up so I bent over and picked her up by the waist, tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her onto the tracks while she beat on my back with her closed fists. When I got to the top I set her down roughly and she fell backwards onto her ass, bracing herself with her hands against the large pieces of gravel under the tracks.

The whistle of the train blew in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now. Dre made a move to stand up, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. I bent down and pushed on her chest, spreading her tiny frame across the tracks. I crawled on top of her, pinning her down with my thighs. I leaned over her, my chest to hers as we both breathed rapidly. She struggled underneath me to get up, pushing at my chest, but I wouldn’t budge. “Why the struggle, Doc? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She glanced up at me as the train whistled again. Her gaze flipped to her right, where the single yellow light from the train emerged from around the corner, shining brighter and brighter as it chugged closer and closer. For a moment she stopped struggling, looking back and forth from the train to me.

“So what, you’re gonna die too?” she asked, hoping to appeal to my sense of self preservation.

I shrugged. “I get bored easily, maybe the devil will make me his errand boy or something.”

“Preppy, this isn’t funny. Get up and get off the fucking tracks,” she said, her concern shifting from herself to me.

I shook my head and yawned. She wiggled underneath me, and although there was a train barreling toward us my cock once again stirred to life. Maybe I should just rip down her panties and push inside of her. Train or no train, it would be one fuck of a way to go out.

“You have to choose, Doc,” I said, making my voice as serious as I was capable. “Life?” I asked, screaming over the sound of the train screeching against the track. I pushed my hard cock against her core and she gasped. Her trembling turned into a shiver, her mouth fell open. I glanced to the side at the blinding light of the approaching train as it bathed us both in a tunnel of light. I leaned down, so close that my lips were a whisper above hers, as I shouted, “Life? Or death? What’s it gonna be, Doc?” My hair blew around my face as the light grew brighter and brighter. “Answer the fucking question!” I demanded, my hands squeezing her shoulders, my fingers digging roughly into her skin. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?”

With only seconds left until we became shredded under the train, Dre closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again they were glistening, fresh tears spilling from the edges.