Dec 29 2008
Zao- Part Two.
Yes, Gabriel got jealous, so jealous that sometimes, he just needed to bash someones head in. He was an angry jealous man, also an angry drunk. That never stopped him. One night When he was Twenty One he became extremely pissed that he grabbed one of the empty bottles of vodka, smashing it hard against the head of Marley’s Boyfriend of Two years. Gabriel did not feel sorry, upset, guilt, but he laughed, threw his head back and roared with laughter, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. What did you expect? He was drunk.
Chuckling, Gabriel watched his best friend rush to her boyfriend’s aid, kneeling down and touching his cheek. muttering for him to get up, but no movement, blood running down the mans face. He watched her check for a pulse, squeal and cover her mouth, blood getting substituted for her lipstick, tears leaking from her orbs.
“He- He’s dead.” Marley whispered.
Gabriel chuckled, taking a nice long swig of his alcohol. His voice became low and hellish ”Imagine that, too bad.”
Marley sat down, bit her lip, tasting Pete’s blood, crying softly, pulling her dead boyfriend onto her lap, wrapping her arms around him. “Wh- What the f-fuck, Gabriel…I-I hate you..”
He didn’t take less then a second to respond, taking a chug from the bottle, smashing it to the floor, glowering and sneering in disgust. “Hate me? HATE ME? So, what i killed your boyfriend that you supposedly loved. GET THE HELL OVER IT!” He shouted, staring towards her and the dead man laying in the middle of his kitchen floor.
How could Gabriel be so cold? He use to be such an innocent little boy regardless he use to sneak out of the house when he was a teenager, but he had no one to stop him, not even the nanny who got laid off when he was Sixteen. How could he kill someone that his best friend loved so much? That was the reason, he was sick of the man, named Pete. Pete, the man of her dreams. Gabriel had never thought he would want Marley to himself, but he did, he wanted her forever, even after death. He wanted to become her husband, have children with her, ravish her on every visible surface. Gabriel was jealous, he wanted to murder this man for the past two years, getting the first thought when he was nineteen, finally going threw with it on December 24, 2004 at Eleven Forty-five PM being Twenty-One years of age.
Gabriel planted himself behind Marley, sitting there, his fingers, messing with her brown locks, smelling the scent of herbal essence. Hm, did she smell wonderful and he lobed that, so immensely.
“Merry Christmas, Mar.” He said, his voice low and cold, the clock striking midnight.
Gabriel couldn’t help himself any longer, running his firm fingers down the girl’s cheek, feeling her shake, tears still streaming down her cheek. So, beautiful. Thought Gabriel, licking his lips slowly. moving her locks out, brushing his lips against the back of it. He could tell she was scared, frightened and miserable, but Gabriel could fix that, or so he thought.
“I’m here for you, my love.” He spoke with that hellish voice once more, smirking wickedly.
“No. Go-go away…” Marley muttered, trying to shove Gabriel away, sliding from his arms and sliding away from him, her knees tucked to her chest, eyes watery. “Your a sadistic Bastard…”
He shook his head, going to her, grabbing her face harshly, making her look at him. “No, don’t you say that. He was stealing you from me, Hun.”
“Leave me alone!” Pleased Marley loudly, struggling to get away from his grip.
“Don’t you talk to me like that, Baby. Shhh, everything going to be fine.”
“Fuck you!” She yanked his hands away, slapping him in the face, gasping afterwards and covering her mouth.
“You fucking bitch.” Growled Gabriel, standing up and grabbing her by the throat, shoving her to a wall, his arm pressing against her windpipe. “You know you love me too. I killed him, get over it because there’s nothing you can do to change that. Your mine now. Get use to it!” He hissed.
“Kind- of how you got use to- your parents- never being around.” She gasped for air, closing her eyes, knowing she had pushed buttons, speaking to him like that.
He watched her, his eyes flickering a fire color, it might have been from the reflection of the fire in the next room, reflecting onto the microwave to Gabriel, but honestly it wasn’t. He sneered, threw her to the floor and exited the house, slamming the door with a big bang; his house catching to flames as it did.
