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D."I know you like to break your toys. Why do you think I'm here?"
She seemed to tease him with it some days. She’d defy him, anger him and then roll over. Mike never knew quite what to make of it until hours later. Then he wanted to crush her into pieces. He loved the idea of crushing her because she’d lured him in like he did to others. Moth and flame. Mike hated being the moth. He wanted to be the fire that killed people.
Mike sat there on the couch thinking about how to kill her while stroking her hair. Butterfly was feeling sick today. The pregnancy was taking a toll on her. The vulnerability set off the predator as much as he tried to reject it. Butterfly was curled up on his lap and holding tight to his chest. As his fingers slid round a lock of hair he started to imagine her neck in his hands. They were tightening until she couldn’t breathe.
“Why do you stay?” Mike had probably heard the answer but he needed a distraction before his hand drifted to low. There was a pause before she looked up.
“I love you.” She said it with conviction as she laid her head on his shoulder.
Mike was at a loss again. She was disarming. Butterfly, the innocent one of that group maybe that was why. Thoughts bubbled up in his mind, conflicting with each other.
“I want to kill you.” He had to admit it to her. Mike didn’t even know why.
“I know.” She sat up with her hands braced on his chest and stared. “Why don’t you?”
Again he was disarmed by her presence. He wanted to kill her because she wasn’t the women he was used to? Maybe but he doubted that. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t?” She seemed surprised.
Mike held out for a time before speaking. “I want to break you.”
“Why?” Butterfly’s eyes were too much for Mike to hold the gaze of.
“I don’t want to care about anyone.” It was the closest he could imagine to the truth.
“Oh.” She relaxed against his chest again.
“I can’t now.” Mike was more or less thinking out loud to try and see why he thought the way he did.
“Cant’t?”
It was too late when he realized. Slowly he shrugged. “I can’t be me.”
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She seemed to tease him with it some days. She’d defy him, anger him and then roll over. Mike never knew quite what to make of it until hours later. Then he wanted to crush her into pieces. He loved the idea of crushing her because she’d lured him in like he did to others. Moth and flame. Mike hated being the moth. He wanted to be the fire that killed people.
Mike sat there on the couch thinking about how to kill her while stroking her hair. Butterfly was feeling sick today. The pregnancy was taking a toll on her. The vulnerability set off the predator as much as he tried to reject it. Butterfly was curled up on his lap and holding tight to his chest. As his fingers slid round a lock of hair he started to imagine her neck in his hands. They were tightening until she couldn’t breathe.
“Why do you stay?” Mike had probably heard the answer but he needed a distraction before his hand drifted to low. There was a pause before she looked up.
“I love you.” She said it with conviction as she laid her head on his shoulder.
Mike was at a loss again. She was disarming. Butterfly, the innocent one of that group maybe that was why. Thoughts bubbled up in his mind, conflicting with each other.
“I want to kill you.” He had to admit it to her. Mike didn’t even know why.
“I know.” She sat up with her hands braced on his chest and stared. “Why don’t you?”
Again he was disarmed by her presence. He wanted to kill her because she wasn’t the women he was used to? Maybe but he doubted that. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t?” She seemed surprised.
Mike held out for a time before speaking. “I want to break you.”
“Why?” Butterfly’s eyes were too much for Mike to hold the gaze of.
“I don’t want to care about anyone.” It was the closest he could imagine to the truth.
“Oh.” She relaxed against his chest again.
“I can’t now.” Mike was more or less thinking out loud to try and see why he thought the way he did.
“Cant’t?”
It was too late when he realized. Slowly he shrugged. “I can’t be me.”
Words: 390