Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Masochist ❯ Screaming ( Chapter 19 )

Chapter Nineteen: Screaming:

The cracks of his hate started to break through his facade. She kept on teasing him. It was like she wanted him to snap. As if she were messing with a wild animal, daring it to bite her. Hisoka sneered at Jessie.

"Bitch," he hissed. The demon glared at him.

"What was that?" she hissed back. Hisoka finished off his vodka. Jessie had learned that he could be a violent drunk and that it was best to avoid him at times. Not tonight, however. She had nowhere to run. The demon tried not to show her growing concern.

"Okay…" she said, trying to calm herself. He threw the bottle.

"Bitch!" he shouted. She ignored the flames in his eyes.

"Right…" Jessie replied quietly. The motel clock glowed 10:00 PM. Jessie shifted in place on the carpet. He wanted blood tonight, but she wouldn't give in. Hisoka glared at her.

"Tell me something," he muttered. Jessie eyed him.

"Hm?" she asked, trying to humor him. Hisoka sneered.

"Why are you so ugly?" he asked. Jessie raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" she asked. Hisoka opened another bottle.

"Ugly bitch!"

"Okay, I am. And what about you?"

Hisoka glared at her over his booze. "What about me?"

"You're not so nice to look at anymore either!"

Hisoka snorted. "Bitch."

"Idiot!"

The shinigami slammed down the bottle. "Traitor!"

Jessie blinked. "What are you talking about now?"

"You lied to me! You have imprisoned me with your lies!"

"What?"

"This is all your fault!"

Jessie put up her hands. "Whoa! What the hell?" Hisoka reached for his bottle.

"I think you've had enough," she said. The shinigami held back held back his laughter.

"Oh! Real rich coming from you!" he barked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. Her lover snorted.

"Drunk slut!"

Jessie sneered. "Hypocrite!"

He glared at her, his rage taking over. "Fuck you!" He took another swig.

"But seriously," she said. "You've had too much, it's time to stop." Hisoka drank more out of spite.

"I said, stop!" she shouted. Hisoka threw the bottle against the wall.

"Shut up!" he barked. "I'll drink if I want to!" He opened up another bottle, having just wasted his last. Jessie rushed forward to take it from him. She grabbed the bottle but was smacked in the face. The demon went down hard on the floor. By the time she rolled onto her back, Hisoka was standing over her. Tears formed in his eyes.

"Traitor!" he murmured. He brought his foots down on her ribs. Jessie gasped in pain.

"Liar!" Hisoka cried. "Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!" His foot stomped down on her ribs with each repeated accusation. The demon could barely breathe. She coughed up blood as he stomped harder and harder. The pain only fueled his rage. This was what he wanted after all. He longed to see her feel the pain like he did. He wanted her to know what she had put him through this whole time.

However, with each kick came more pain to his heart. She wasn't solely to blame for this. Tsuzuki, Anna, and Kohaku had a hand in his ruin. Yet, they weren't the true targets of his wrath. Hisoka became angry at himself. Angry for not telling Tsuzuki how he felt in time. Angry for not getting over it by this point. Angry at his own weakness. When Jessie was out cold, Hisoka sank to his knees beside her.

"I'm so sorry," he whimpered. The shinigami spent the night crying over her out-cold body.