They call me RIP.
Iâm a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, Iâm a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but Iâm not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something Iâd kill for.
Iâm not her saviorânot even close. In fact, Iâm worse than the hell sheâs already suffered.
Iâm her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if sheâs not careful, Iâll be her ruin.
Dylan
For months, Iâve watched him.
Iâve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell Iâve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed heâd be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, Iâd have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isnât a choice at all.
Itâs the result of something already in motion, and weâre merely left to survive the ripple effect.