The taste of blood coating the inside of my mouth woke me up from my slumber. It took me a minute to register the situation, but Jax, my ex-boyfriend, was on top of me, driving a hunting knife into my abdomen. Then, a burning sensation erupted from my womb and I felt an intense pressure, causing me to scream. He covered my mouth in response.
How the hell did he get in? I couldn’t put the pieces together until I saw that he was wearing his winter coat. It was the middle of winter and I lived on the second floor of my apartment building. Did he climb in through a window? I was still processing the entire situation when Ritchie Valen’s “We Belong Together” began playing faintly in the background, from my living room. Since I knew my time was limited, I began singing.
“You’re mine.” My voice was low, but still audible. “And we belong together.” My ex became stiff and terror builds in his eyes. For some reason, this song terrified me and he never told me why. “Yes, we belong together. For eternity.”
“Stop it.” My ex took his hands off the knife to grab my shoulders as hard as he can. “Stop singing, shut the fuck up.”
“You’re mine. Your lips belong to me. Yes, they belong to only me.” He was still attempting to silence me by squeezing and shaking me. Due to this, he failed to notice my hand reaching for and gripping the knife I keep under my mattress. “For eternity.” He was shaking me, causing my back to rise and hit the bed several times. I could see tears forming in his eyes.
“I said shut up. Shut.the. fuck. up!” His voice was harsh and he was bearing his teeth.
“You’re my, my baby and you’ll always be.” He took my face into his hands and brought it close to his. He began screaming and swearing at me, telling me all the things I did wrong. I took that opportunity to thrust the knife into this back. His body had gone stiff and began to shake as he struggled to hold himself up. I swiftly remove the knife and insert it back into the wound. I do this again, and again, and again until he falls onto me. The knife drove deeper into my abdomen and I began to slip into unconsciousness. I looked down at Jax, who laid on my chest with blood flowing out of his mouth. “I swear by everything I own. You’ll always, always be mine,” I sang as I ran my fingers through his hair for the last time.
The Paramour 