Twisted Hearts

A Story by Allie-Shea

I'll probably never finish this... Lovers are breaking up due to vast amounts of gang war, danger, and death.

“Get out! Just get out, Shiro! I can’t take this anymore! Leave!” I shouted at at him. In desperation I stood like a brick. I had to be strong because if I wasn’t he wouldn’t leave.

“Adelaide, please I…I can explain,” he begged.

I crossed my arms and my eyes cut into him like daggers as I began to speak,“What…what is there to explain? I’m sick of this. You’re out all the time…you come back a bloody mess and tired! You hardly realize I’m around anymore! I sit at home worrying about you! Praying you’re not getting killed and now! Now you come home looking like pure hell! I can’t handle this anymore! Just leave!” I screamed louder as I felt warm drops of water rolling down my cheeks, tears. He stepped forward and tried to wiped them away; I took a step back, “Don’t touch me! I said leave,” I said with an acid tongue.

He paused and looked at me, the pain in his eyes showing how desperate he was to not leave, “Addie-“ he started but I quickly cut him off.

“Don’t call me that,” I hissed while crossing my arms wishing the tears would go away…just until he left even. He scowled and looked down, “A-Adelaide, I don’t understand. I gave you what you needed. Everything you asked for you have it. My job may not be the safest…but because of it it you have everything you could ever wa-“ again I had to stop him.

“Don’t even give me that excuse, Shiro,” I began, ”All I wanted from you was you and that’s the one thing your job can’t give me! So just leave! Leave now! I’m not asking you too! I’m telling you to get out of my damn house, Shiro! Get out!” I screamed louder. This time he said nothing. His blue orbs stared blankly at me and he lowered his head while stepping out. Silence filled the room and only after the door closed and I was alone did I realize how deeply I hated him. I hated him because…he left me like this…he left me so broken. I could hear his foot steps traveling down the hall of the complex. Walking to the couch I sat there with nothing more than an empty stare and a broken expression. The screams were no longer filling the room, I had no one to turn to, everyone left me as I started to spiral through depression every time Shiro would leave.

Now…now I realized my hatred, a hatred because he made me suffer through it. Not once did he see my fear, he never stopped…he couldn’t as if the need to kill was in his blood; his blood. It always dripped, he was always hurt. Fight after fight and cut after cut…not once did he think he should stop. Not just for his health, but my sanity. It was running dry and the more he acted out and the more he was injured…the more I lost myself to the battle against his passion.

The way he talked about a fight captivated me…the thrill he found in it frightened me. Yet, I was safe from all the dangers in life because of him…and now I was nothing more than a target standing alone in an open field bound to be shot. There was no way of turning back now, Shiro had stolen and broken my heart and now he was gone. I wasn’t sure with myself if I had truly understood the concept that I was now alone.

He wasn’t coming back, and if he did I would have to turn him away again.

My heart could no longer go through with the pain Shiro caused. The longing to be wanted just as much you wanted them killed me…because Shiro didn’t want me as much as I wanted him. He’d spend more time at that desk with all those files then he would with me. Half the time I had been invisible, and begged him to talk to me. It was always the same answer, ”Not right now,” every single time.

This was it and it was over. A small knock on the door was heard and I took a deep breath, “Shiro! I said leave!” I shouted while walking back to the door assuming it was him. When it opened I was stunned, a man about three inches shorter than Shiro, who stood at six foot two inches, was standing at the door.

He had wispy black hair and deep red eyes, he smiled in a sly way that was eerie in itself, ”Kasuka Mikado at your service madame…I think I might be able to help you, “ he said in a soft voice that was alluring yet frightening all at one, “May I come in?”he asked. I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair and nodded while opening the door for him to enter…