In love with the enemy (Chap 6)

As I fell, clutching my gut I thought, ‘CRAP! I am such an idiot! But she is c- SHUT UP!’ I got up and smirked. It fell quickly. ‘Damn it!’ I thought, ‘I’m speechless!’ She made a remark, noticing, so I snapped at her to shut up. I saw the dagger was back in her boot. Dammit. Damn damn damn! That wasn’t suppose to happen! I counted slowly out loud 1 to 10 in Japanese to calm down, but I was still looking at her. “ichi… ni… san… shi… go… roku… nana… hachi… kyu… jyu.” I murmured. I snarled. “One, you obviously faked doing the pretty girl act thing, good thing too, or I would have had to kill you for been sick.” I smiled. “Now, where we’re we… ah, yes! I called you cute…” I cut myself off. “Which, I- I DID N-NOT MEAN, by the way!” I stammered. “Trey probably thought you we’re, though. I think he was blind. Nah… wait… yeah. Blind. He HAD to be!” I said.


Before I realized it I was pinned against the wall, Sasha had my shirt collar in her balled up fist. “S-S-Sasha… let me g---!“ I started, but was cut off as she pushed her hand into my throat slightly. I kept trying to breathe but it kept getting shallower… and shallower… and shallower to the point where my face turned a colour it shouldn’t have turned to. I felt faint. One thought went through my damn brain right before I passed out, ‘huh… you think I said the wrong thing?’



When I woke up I looked around. She was gone. But for some reason I remembered her thinking about slitting my throat for what I said about Trey. I rubbed my neck as if to check if I wasn’t beheaded. “Okay…” I breathed. Suddenly, she was there; right in my doorway. “What the HELL, Sasha!” I yelled at her as I jumped up.