She stabbed him. The knife came falling from the sky, slicing into his gut. His eyes shot open, lips parting to gasp in shocked pain. Brown eyes flicked up to the naked woman he hovered above him, to Michelle as she wrenched the knife and pulled it back, drawing a pained breath from him.
Aaron winced, his hand gathering up the sheets to staunch the wound. The blade came down a second time. His hand reacted, snapping up to catch the woman's wrist and push it back, brows furrowed, pain, hurt, betrayal, they were reflected in his gaze.
"Why?" was the only question he could ask.
Tears were pooling, falling from her eyes to stream down alabaster cheeks, she let out a sob and struggled to free herself. Managing to do so, Michelle's blade came down again, but Aaron curled a knee up and used it to smack into her forearm, driving the blade off to stab into the mattress beside him.
"Michelle?" it was pained, the uttering of her name.
She made another frenzied stab, her other hand hitting at his shoulder as she sobbed out words of hatred. His foot lifted and kicked, connecting with her just under the ribs. She fell back, flipping off of the bed to land on the hardwood floor with a thud.
Screaming out in frustration, Michelle quickly worked herself upright, scrambling over to him as she sat up and stabbed again.
"What the hell?" one hand still held the sheet to his wound, the other lashed out to catch her wrist again. He moved to sit up on his knees, leaning forward to force her back. She lashed out with her free hand at his face, slapping him hard. Her nails bit down, scraping with a sharp sting.
Aaron's head turned with the blow, another wince in pain being drawn from him. He pushed her back with a hard shove. Michelle dropped the knife as she fell again, rolling off the bed to crumple to the floor. Her shoulders shook with violent sobs, reddened eyes turned up toward him, afraid.
"Just die, Aaron!" she demanded in a pitiful whimper. "Just die!"
Aaron stood from the bed, dragging the sheet with him to soak up the blood from his stomach. When she spoke, he froze, unsure of what to do, of what to say.
Seizing the moment, Michelle snatched up the knife again, moving up to stab him in the stomach a second time. Aaron leaned to the side; out of the way of the blade while his arm was thrust outward, palm hitting her chest firmly. The force of the impact sent her reeling back the few feet that was left between her and the window.
She lashed out at him again as he stepped forward, and again he shoved her back. She connected hard with the window. It shattered beneath the impact. Then she fell backward, flailing to catch hold of something with a yelp. Aaron reached out in an attempt to stop her from falling, but he was too slow. Or maybe he just didn't want to catch her at that point.
She fell from the apartment window, three stories up, and crumpled on the pavement below. Blinking, Aaron hurried to the window, staring down at her in shock. She still grasped the knife, but wasn't moving, crumpled in an odd position. Her neck was likely broken. Aaron didn't stay to find out.
With the bandages from his medicine cabinet being tugged around his waist, Aaron dressed, packed his bags, and left Michelle's apartment, hurrying to his truck to take off down the street.
"What the hell?" he asked as his phone rang and he answered it, knowing who it was by the caller ID.
"Sounds like it didn't work," said the voice of Charley on the other end. "Oh well. I'm sure the next one will be a winner. There are plenty of fish in the sea, Aaron."
"F*ck you!" he shouted into the phone. "What did you tell her?" Aaron demanded. But Charley had already hung up. He received silence.
Sighing, Aaron ended the call and continued down the road, taking the ramp onto the highway to get out of town.
Aaron winced, his hand gathering up the sheets to staunch the wound. The blade came down a second time. His hand reacted, snapping up to catch the woman's wrist and push it back, brows furrowed, pain, hurt, betrayal, they were reflected in his gaze.
"Why?" was the only question he could ask.
Tears were pooling, falling from her eyes to stream down alabaster cheeks, she let out a sob and struggled to free herself. Managing to do so, Michelle's blade came down again, but Aaron curled a knee up and used it to smack into her forearm, driving the blade off to stab into the mattress beside him.
"Michelle?" it was pained, the uttering of her name.
She made another frenzied stab, her other hand hitting at his shoulder as she sobbed out words of hatred. His foot lifted and kicked, connecting with her just under the ribs. She fell back, flipping off of the bed to land on the hardwood floor with a thud.
Screaming out in frustration, Michelle quickly worked herself upright, scrambling over to him as she sat up and stabbed again.
"What the hell?" one hand still held the sheet to his wound, the other lashed out to catch her wrist again. He moved to sit up on his knees, leaning forward to force her back. She lashed out with her free hand at his face, slapping him hard. Her nails bit down, scraping with a sharp sting.
Aaron's head turned with the blow, another wince in pain being drawn from him. He pushed her back with a hard shove. Michelle dropped the knife as she fell again, rolling off the bed to crumple to the floor. Her shoulders shook with violent sobs, reddened eyes turned up toward him, afraid.
"Just die, Aaron!" she demanded in a pitiful whimper. "Just die!"
Aaron stood from the bed, dragging the sheet with him to soak up the blood from his stomach. When she spoke, he froze, unsure of what to do, of what to say.
Seizing the moment, Michelle snatched up the knife again, moving up to stab him in the stomach a second time. Aaron leaned to the side; out of the way of the blade while his arm was thrust outward, palm hitting her chest firmly. The force of the impact sent her reeling back the few feet that was left between her and the window.
She lashed out at him again as he stepped forward, and again he shoved her back. She connected hard with the window. It shattered beneath the impact. Then she fell backward, flailing to catch hold of something with a yelp. Aaron reached out in an attempt to stop her from falling, but he was too slow. Or maybe he just didn't want to catch her at that point.
She fell from the apartment window, three stories up, and crumpled on the pavement below. Blinking, Aaron hurried to the window, staring down at her in shock. She still grasped the knife, but wasn't moving, crumpled in an odd position. Her neck was likely broken. Aaron didn't stay to find out.
With the bandages from his medicine cabinet being tugged around his waist, Aaron dressed, packed his bags, and left Michelle's apartment, hurrying to his truck to take off down the street.
"What the hell?" he asked as his phone rang and he answered it, knowing who it was by the caller ID.
"Sounds like it didn't work," said the voice of Charley on the other end. "Oh well. I'm sure the next one will be a winner. There are plenty of fish in the sea, Aaron."
"F*ck you!" he shouted into the phone. "What did you tell her?" Aaron demanded. But Charley had already hung up. He received silence.
Sighing, Aaron ended the call and continued down the road, taking the ramp onto the highway to get out of town.