Sierra

I killed someone that wasn't on my list and although I should feel bad or guilty, I don't. It was me getting raped, again, or his death. There hasn't been any news about Greg and as much as I've avoided all the messages coming in from Cat, I can't keep avoiding her.

"Hello?" Enzo's grizzly bear voice roars into the phone as he answers her phone. I can't help but roll my eyes at his protective instincts over his wife. Especially since I called from an unknown number. I turned off my phone the moment seconds after I checked the news and now that I'm in a hotel with a television I can always check the news there.

"Hello. Enzo. May I speak with Cat?" I say, the false persona taking over as I cheerfully say the words.

"Where the hell have you been? Cat's been worried sick about you. It's been weeks and your phones have been off," he whispers.

"Ok, Dad. I know and I'd like to talk to her now."

A muffled conversation between the two comes from the other line as I wait for her to yell at me. I'm not sure what time it is where they went so, I hope I didn't wake them. It's about 10 p.m here and I really needed to hear from her.

"?" She sniffles like she's been crying.

"Hey, Cat. I'm sorry I've been MIA. I just needed some time to think "

Click .

"Cat?" I say, looking back at my phone. The bright light still reads that I'm on the call but the eerie silence coming from her line has the hair on the back on my neck standing at attention. All of the sudden the lights shut off, leaving me in a pitch-black room with the only light coming from my phone. I can feel a presence in the room, like a ghost coming back to haunt me, one who is watching me so hard that my body is burning. I slowly bring my phone down from my ear and drop it on the bed allowing it to illuminate the empty space for a moment.

The stillness of the hotel room is uncanny, so I quickly move my hands around the bed looking for the pillow that I hid my pistol under the moment I arrived in the room. My hand wraps around the grip of my weapon and I gently place my finger on the trigger. Sitting up on the edge of the bed I place the gun towards the side still in a ready position as I look for my phone with my other hand.

I'm fumbling around with my phone until I am finally able to turn on the small flashlight, the room just barely illuminates. I stand and walk towards the windows pulling on the string to open the blinds that I had closed just hours before. I wanted privacy, and to be able to sleep without worrying that someone would find me. I'm already on edge thinking about Julian when he eventually does. He did say he loved the chase.

"Did you really think you could run from me, Mu?eca?" he snarls in a teasing tone that almost sounds menacing. It's as if I had conjured his presence just from thinking about him. My heart hammers against my chest as question after question goes through my mind. Turning around I face him. His brown whiskey eyes glimmer from the fresh light from both my phone and the street lights outside.

"What are you doing here, Demon? Did you really stoop so low that you've resulted in stalking me?" I want to start a fight, want him to just take the hint and walk away. Catalina will never accept this, accept us, and I need her. She's my sister, the only family I have left. The betrayal sits heavy on my chest as he chuckles with amusement.

"You are fucking delusional if you think there will ever be a world that the words," he air quotes, "no more," as he takes a step forward, "would ever keep me away. You are mine to play with. Mine to use. Mine to fuck, and it's about time you accept that."

"I am not your toy, asshole. I belong to no one. So, find yourself a different skank to obsess over. This can't happen anymore. Don't you get it?" My grip on the gun tightens to hide the fact that my body is trembling. It's like I'm suffocating in rage, sadness and jealousy at just the thought of him with some other girl. But this is for the best, because the moment Catalina finds out who I am under the mask I hide behind, she'd never accept this or me.

"That's where you're wrong. You are mine. I marked you with my cum, with my knife, with my fingers, and my fucking teeth. My marks may have disappeared or healed, but that doesn't stop the fact that you are mine." He takes another step towards me, and I take one back until my back is pressed against the window.

I raise my gun with both hands, trying to hide the way they shake as I point the barrel directly in front of me. His eyebrow lifts in amusement, taking another step towards me from across the room.

"Go ahead . Shoot me. You know how to use a gun. So, use it," he commands, taunting me. I groan in frustration, the mixture of emotions begins to overflow through me, drowning me as I watch Julian bring his empty hands up to the side of his head showing that he's unarmed. With quick glances, I look towards the open door, wanting so desperately to leave so I can have just a moment of clarity.

His hands wrapping around my arm brings me back to the man in front of me as he pulls me into him. His fingers dig in my skin like he's scared that I'd disappear in a single moment. The scorching spark of his touch has my flesh on fire as if he'd just burned me with a lighter. We continue to struggle for the weapon still trapped beneath my hands. The obscurity of the night blends with the small fragments of light coming through the window, it's not enough to fully see an escape from the way he's holding onto me. Everything is in slow motion, like flashes of a memory as a loud pop of a gunshot reverberates off the walls. The once forceful tug on my arm disappears as Julian's falls to the ground.

The slight buzz in my ear doesn't allow me to hear him as I yell out his name.

"Julian," my voice cracks after I'm not sure how many times I've yelled. I lower my hands, the gun slowly slipping from my fingers as the weight of the weapon begins to grow.

My entire body is shaking as I struggle with the simple task of breathing. With my back touching the wall, I slowly lower myself to the floor. The knot in my throat breaks the dam and allows my tears to burst through. Leaving the gun on the ground, I crawl over to where Julian remains. His body is void of any movements.

Fuck. What did I do?