A Little Bit Married

A Psycho Lover

The assistant interviewer stopped to speak to Gray, apparently to try to have him change his decisions, but one look at Gray and I knew nothing was changing. He has made up his mind, and it wasn't ever going to change.

"Go change, sweetheart. I will be waiting."

I nodded, then headed straight for the dressing room and closed the door behind me. That didn't go the way I wanted it to, but oh well. At least I didn't lose my husband to a scheming interviewer.

I turned to the mirror, my chest heaving. I really need to confess to him, too. He can be patient with me for only so long, and it scares me that there are so many women who would do anything he wants. Anything just to have him.

I went inside the other dressing room, expecting to see the red dress I had worn in on the hanger that the stylist had put it on. To my shock and horror, the hanger was empty, and the dress, one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever worn, was laying in shreds on the floor.

I gasped, my eyes wide, my hand slowly coming to cover my lips. Who could have...

I turned, only to meet Victoria by the door, in her hand a scissors, a small smile lifting the edge of her lips.

Our eyes met, and I could feel anger immediately pump through me. I could feel my body immediately repulse her, and I could tell hers repulsed me too.

"You are only going to make him ruin you."

She gave a small laugh. "I am already ruined, sweetie. It is such a disappointment, you know. I trusted him."

I slowly shook my head. "Trust? Does he know you are trusting him?"

She shrugged and slowly walked in, closing the door behind her. "Unfortunately, no. We were in the same psychiatric ward, you know. Pretty little thing. He cleans up well, doesn't he?"

"Get away from me."

She broke into a laugh. "I knew one day he would come to me. I knew he would... accept the series of invitations I sent to him. You little vixen just had to come along."

She took a step forward to me, her eyes thin with hatred.

I took a step back, and she quickly covered the distance, a laugh escaping her. It continued that way till my back hit the rack, and she was one inch away from me. She brought the scissors she was holding and slowly ran the cold metal edge against my face, down to my neck.

"When my grandfather came to get me discharged from the ward, do you know what they said? They told him to be careful. That I could get... pretty dangerous."

"f**k off, Victoria. I am not scared of you."

"You don't have to be," she said, gently poking my skin with the scissors. "I will make you."

Before I knew it, she raised the scissors, her hand tightening around the handle, her eyes wide as she aimed for the edge of my neck.

I gave a small yell as I moved away from her, pushing the rack of clothes to her. She fell back to the floor, and I ran to the door, tuning the handle. It was locked.

"Why?" She said behind me, laughing, her voice sickly sweet. "Can't find the keys, sweetie?"

I turned to her. She was holding the keys, her smile big as she stood up from under the pile of clothes.

"Why? You want to run?"

I turned to the door again, yelling at the top of my voice as I shook the handle, sweat filling my forehead, my chest heaving. I doubt anyone would be able to hear me in here. I doubt anyone would...

I felt something hit the back of my head, and I fell against the door, pain seeping through me, my vision suddenly hazy. I looked up, and she was above me, her smile small as she started to lean to me.

"You are trapped, sweetie. You escaped the bouquet. You won't be escaping this one."

My eyes widened. "Y... you?"

"Surprise!" She said, laughing like a manic clown. "I was praying upon your dead body already. I was so f*****g ready to be the shoulder Gray would cry on. You little fucker just wouldn't die. Die!" She suddenly yelled, slapping me hard.

It was like my wake-up call to reality. This woman would absolutely kill me if I let her. I felt a surge of adrenaline, and I clenched my fist, then punched her right in the nose, enough to daze her for a few minutes.

She fell back, her eyes wide with surprise, her weight lifting off me. I stood up, kicking her side hard, causing her to curl up, a groan escaping her lips.

I didn't have time, and I started to look for the keys. To my dismay, it was a whole bunch, and I ran to the door to try and open it.

I tried the first three, but none of them were working. She was already waking up, and knowing how much angrier she would get, I turned, looking for an alternative.

The restroom was on the right, and it had the exact handle with this. Using all of my energy and narrowly escaping her, I ran to the restroom and locked myself in.