Monty Jay

There was something inside of her that was more interesting than her looks. The way she didn’t run from me. She didn’t allow her fear to overcome her. No, she was curious. She let her curiosity win, she wanted to see what I would do.

From down here, his eyes aren’t as dark. They are a stunning brown color and I find it almost unfair that the boys stitched together with dark magic and cruel intentions always have the prettiest eyes

went to therapy once.

Once as in, one single appointment that lasted maybe twenty-five minutes before the psychiatrists refused to work with me any longer.

Claimed I had temporary explosive disorder, anything to make it look better.

Something that we all enjoyed, was people’s fear. We never wanted to be popular or homecoming kings. We wanted to scare everyone.

She knew I was the hunter and she was my prey, even more now.

She knew I was the hunter and she was my prey, even more now.

Predator versus prey.

And I never lose.

“The blonde is mine.” I say arrogantly

My little red riding hood running from the big bad wolf.

Our story is inevitable.

I catch her.

You should know what happens when you run. It only makes me want to chase you more.”