agonywrites

[agonywrites]

Diane

Sweat trickles down my forehead, and as I’m about to wipe it off my phone rings with an unexpected caller.

My blood runs cold and my heart almost jumps out of my ribcage. How did he get my number…?

I contemplate hanging up but I’m not sure it would be a smart move. It could even be counted as suspicious. But then again, what’s suspicious about hanging up on a caller who supposedly doesn’t figure on my contact list, therefore unknown to me.

But I know who the caller is, I had his number without having it handed by him.

Zade Larsen.

Zade is calling me.

I answer with a hesitant calculated “hello?”

His voice, smooth, calm and deep speaks and it rings in my ears like a soft symphony. “Well, hello Diane.”

“Who’s this?” My eyes widen at the cool way he said my name. How did he get my number?

“Now, Diane let us skip the introduction part, you don’t have to tell me how you got my number and I don’t need to tell you how I got yours. That makes us even”

I try tentatively to shift the blame one last time before giving up. “I’m not sure I’m following,” I say in my most innocent voice while looking at the unconscious body before me. Almost dead.

“Drop the act” Zade’s voice shifted to a cold and calculated one, nothing like the professional one he used before.

I smile, “Oops, busted. To what do I owe this pleasure?” This is the first time in months I ever talked to him as Diane. Feels quite exhilarating.

“Where is she?”

Straight to the point, I see. “hmm? Who?”

“My fiancée” The word leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and I’m not even the one who said it.

“I wouldn’t know” I chuckle.

“I bet you would, I also bet she’s near you or in the same building as you.”

I stay silent, he figured me out that quick didn’t he? I’m curious to know how though, considering he never gave me a single full glance in the past year.

“Mr. Larsen, I’m not friends with your fiancée so us hanging out is a bit far-fetched. Is she all right? Why the fuss” I must sound infuriating since I’m using my most obnoxious tone.

“Again, you should drop the act Diane and give me back my fiancée. If you do so in the next few hours this whole episode will be completely erased from our memories and things will go back to normal.”

I glare at her unconscious body at my feet. Should’ve finished her off before he called.

I laugh, “too bad I don’t have your fiancée. I can’t just give her back, I’m not a God” My implication was loud and clear.

“Very well, is she dead?” His tone didn’t betray an ounce of shock or fear. It’s either he can keep his calm pretty well or he’s not affected by her supposed death at all.

“I wouldn’t know hmm” I say soothingly.

I close my eyes. Waiting.

“She’s not dead” He suddenly says.

“How can you be so sure,” I say softly.

My soft voice was always at odds with the disturbing things I discuss. My mother dearest used to tell me that all the time.

“I am. Why did you kidnap her?”

“That is for me to know and for you to never find out” I taunt.

He laughs and the sounds give life to a bunch of cartwheels in my stomach lightening. Fuck him and his stupid hold one me.

“I know, I very much know. But can I tell you something that you must know”

“I’m all ears”

“Getting rid of my fiancée won’t give you her place,” He says, his voice taunting and vile.

I almost lose my cool and my mind. How does he know?

“I never wanted her place, that’s quite the assumption you’re making here” I chuckle but it’s bitter. One stab and the bitch at my feet will be gone forever. However, I suppress my urge.

“Take it as you want it little psycho.”

Little psycho. I’m not smiling anymore. Is that the image he has of me? A psycho?

I’m not a psycho.

I close my eyes and force a deep breath.

“I can’t believe I gave birth to a monster!” My mother yells.

“Calm down honey, it was an accident”

I open my eyes again and I smile. Mere words can’t get to my head. Zade Larsen is a manipulative jerk who probably knows more about me than I gave him credit for.

“Are you still there?” I can imagine him arching a questioning brow as he says that.

“I will drop her off somewhere in the woods, if you’re lucky enough you’ll find her before she dies of hypothermia.” With that I hang up.

My evening was going very well so far. Fun’s over I guess.

Le sigh.

[agonywrites]

Zade

I have always been a gentleman.

A good boy. A rule-follower. Is that even a word?

But deep down I always craved chaos and mayhem. No matter what I do, my desire for ruining things becomes palpable and hard to shake off the more I try to satisfy it. I’m like a druggie in a constant need to find a high better than the last.

So I stay away from things that I want to ruin, people too.

Especially people, particularly her.

She’s a monster and she thinks I don’t know her true nature, but I do. She follows me around and watches me when she thinks no one is looking. No one is looking that much is true, but I am. And I know all about her games.

Her games are intriguing, she is intriguing, like a puzzle I can’t quite figure out. And I’m good with puzzles damn it. So why do I feel like I can never understand what goes through her morally black head.

My phone rings and I raise a brow at the caller id. My dear brother in law, or soon to be for that matter.

“Seb, how can I help” My amicable tone is at odds with the frown on my face. Sebastian Carson never called me before, and I’ve been engaged to his sister for a month now.

We barely even spoke.

“Where is my sister?” His voice is an annoying mix between deep and throaty if I ever heard one and he sounds clearly upset.

“I wouldn’t know since I’m on a business trip.” I say casually.

“She’s been missing for two days now and people figured she’d be with you,” he sounds much more alarmed than when he first spoke.

“She isn’t” I’m much more invested now.

“And how are you so calm about it. She’s missing, someone kidnapped her or something. Did someone kidnap her?” he almost yells in my ear.

“I wouldn’t know since I didn’t kidnap her” I’m struggling with the urge to hang up. I shouldn’t. I frown again.

“We have to find her, she’s probably in danger!” Now, he yelled.

“Calm down Sebastian, the first step is to-“ Well, fuck. I wouldn’t know what the first step is. “Let’s inform the authorities.”

“We can’t, dad has an election this would be bad publicity” I roll my eyes. Au contraire, this could be the perfect publicity to win people’s sympathy and get them to vote for him.

I didn’t say that since I figured it’d be too insensitive, instead I said: “You’re right, we should take matters into our own hands then”

I looked around my room in hopes of some magical solution to dawn on me. As I’m about to suggest something, Sebastian beats me to it. “How about we hire a private detective”

“Of course, that would be perfect. I can get Clara my secretary to look up some of the best detectives in the country” I suggest. Although it was halfhearted, I couldn’t care less about finding the best detective let alone finding his annoying sister.

“We don’t have much time, I’ll take care of it” And he hangs up. I glare at the ceiling, hanging up on me like that wasn’t the smartest move, but then again Sebastian Carson was never a smart man.

As I close my eyes to relieve some of the tension in my shoulders, the image of a woman starts forming and suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.

It feels like getting slapped by an angry teacher. Leila Carson, my fiancée, couldn’t have just disappeared from the face of the earth out of nowhere for no reason.

Well, well, well. It seems my little hunter has yet again been out for blood. And this time Leila was her prey.

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Diane

Existence, or the lack thereof, is intriguing.

My whole life I’ve had everything mapped out for me, and I thought I would end up with him but suddenly as if it was a universal fuck you from every divine power out there, he chose her.

Leila Carson, the vicious bitch that everyone despises.

He’s never seen me, and he made it clear by making sure he chose anyone but me. It’s as if I don’t exist in his eyes, no matter what I do he always walks past me like I don’t exist.

A jab that cuts me deeper than I would like to admit. And yet, I still exist. Barely, but I’m surviving.

My inner monsters are lurking hiding but they are demanding for revenge, revenge against who? I might never know but I couldn’t care less as long as I make sure my thirst is satiated. 

I realized as I was in the middle of discovering the depth of my heart-wrenching feelings for him, that my existence alone is only for him.

I also realized that my obsession with him runs deeper than the integrity of my feelings for anyone else. My jealousy is so suffocating it coats and permeates the fucking air. I barely breathe when he’s in my vicinity and even less when there’s someone else in his vicinity.

Everyone who looks at him like he’s a fucking knight in shining armor should die. A quick and cruel death.

Not that I would ever commit murder but funny you mentioned that since I’m currently located in a poorly illuminated room in the middle of nowhere with a random stranger.

Well not really random, or a stranger.

Remember Leila?