It Begins

Jacob

As she stormed out, rage simmered beneath my skin, clawing its way through flesh and bone—I was seething. More furious at myself than her; if only I had treated her as she deserved, none of this would be happening. She would still be in my arms, where she belonged. Yet, I couldn't deny the anger I felt towards her too—the mere thought of her with another man ignited a sadistic fury within me. God, I swore I wasn't a sadist, but the thoughts swirling in my mind tempted me to envision a myriad of ways to kill her new date, to make his demise agonizing each and every time. A very slow and painful death—every fucking time.

A guttural groan escaped me, drawing the attention of my friend who was casually tending to the plants, but then he decided to ignore me. This jerk was also to be blamed—Evelyn had his fucking attitude—snarky, moody, stubborn.

I stormed outside, entering the garden with purpose. "You know she's fucking going on a date?!" I barked, my fists clenching at my sides. I