And tonight, when he climbs through that window expecting the same desperate, broken girl on her knees, I’m going to look him dead in the face and say five simple little words:
The tables have turned, motherfucker.
“Take you down another level / And get you dancing with the Devil”
— “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd
It’s late when he finally shows.
He comes through the front door this time. I didn’t even bother locking it. I just watch as the knob rotates slowly. Then the door swings inward, and a tall figure steps through.
I take my time drinking in the sight of him. He really is beautiful, but in the way a knife or a bird of prey is beautiful. Black boots on my hardwood floor, chunky and cruel. Dark jeans. A fitted black jacket, zipped to the sternum, with the collar turned up. His hand
