Blackmailed For Love

Kristian

 "Jenkins will meet you downstairs and drive you to the office." I hit send on the text and slipped my phone in my pocket as I picked up my coffee and drank the bitter burning liquid.

Last night, I had slipped a little.

Like a drunk fool, begging for her presence I had gone to her and brought her here.

And even though she hadn't been here for that long, I felt like she should be.

It was fucking pathetic considering she disappeared somewhere in the middle of the night without telling me.I didn’t know why I thought it would be better to take out my bottled up anger on her, that I will get a sense of peace after taking my revenge from her for what she did.

Maybe I should stop before it's too late, before I lose myself in her and get addicted again.

Maybe I should end this here and now, and let her go.I should give her back her job in the file room and get rid of her once and for all before she consumes me like she did in the past.

There was something about her big blue eyes that sucks you in and she makes you go crazy with an intense need to have her.

My phone pinged from an incoming text.I pulled it out and saw a text from my brother.

"You are still coming, right?"

"Of course, I am."

I put my phone on the kitchen counter and made my way to my bedroom upstairs.I swear I could smell her still and for that alone I wanted to rip the sheets off and throw them out, but a part of me wanted to sleep in those same sheets when I came back tonight in my empty apartment.

Half an hour later I was on the road in my new Buggati driving through the crowds of New York and exiting the city in favor of the countryside with small towns.

Three hours later I entered one of those small towns in which I had spent my childhood.

Black Mountain came into view, the streets, the shops and the houses all too familiar.

And with it came the haunting memories that outweighed the good ones.I sped through the narrow roads leaving the main town behind and into the part that was lined with forest.

down, I pulled up outside

roses from the console.I opened my door and stepped out of

chest and taking a deep breath in became something that I couldn't do.I opened the

colorful flowers around the grave could never hide the

here was someone's

A sibling.

or

these people were only distinguished by

My parents.

orchids on my father’s

brought an age old faded

weight of the promise I had made her when I was losing

footsteps reached my ears and

limping as he walked toward me.I

shoulder, still carrying the baby face of his teenage years, he looked boyish.He rubbed his knee as he said,

looked him over, trying to

me.There was always that problem with him, he was always running away

just forgot.I

"Busy, doing what?"

gave me a smile as

head as

she not

girlfriend and even though she had lived here, she had opted to go to New York for her college.I just didn't want

his head as he said, "She still had eight months before her college is

to New York and be with her.I will

"I like it here."

"Maybe, you should come back.I know you can't be happy

the middle that was visible from where we stood at the periphery of the cemetery.When I didn't

"No." I lied.

her and the answers that he thinks