Knives and hearts

Staring at the wall of knives, Rhea couldn’t help but to sigh. How was he supposed to explain this to his girlfriend? There was no way that Rosanne would be okay with this. They had no logical reason why any sane person would have a knife collection that took an entire wall of their bedroom.

“What if I’m just… Not sane?” She laughed to himself, rubbing his face with both hands. “That really would be the only explanation for this…” Peeking at the wall from behind his hands he groaned once more before slumping down to his knees on the floor.

“What in the ever freezing hell of Potema’s core am I supposed to do… She will eventually see this and think I’m a freak.” Defeat was starting to slowly gnaw its way into her. “And I guess I kind of am… I should just tell he-”

Before Rhea was able to finish his brooding dialogue, his phone beeped. A message? It beeped again. No… Oh hell no! That was the sound of a video call from Rosanne! Eyes wide he scampered to his feet and snatched her phone from the bed where they had tossed it earlier.

Without thinking of the wall behind her, she answered the call. “Hi babe!” He found himself saying and without missing a beat Rosanne was calling him her cootie patootie.

“How is my beautiful man doing?” The red toned patoo asked with a smile as she leaned her elbows against what Rhea knew to be her desk. He had been in Rosanne’s office plenty of times to know the layout.

“Would do better if you were here already.” Rhea smiled and his smile turned into a grin as Rosanne laughed.. They really liked her, she brought a smile to his day, she was beautiful and her laugh… God, her laugh made him weak from his knees.

“Listeeeen!” Rosanne said and pretended to be annoyed, however Rhea knew that it was all pretend, the little smile on her face told them that. “I got work to be done, I’ll be there as soon as I can! I just got to meet with this one guy, Mon-something, show him around and then I can leave. I’ll be there before the hour ends, I promise!” She smiled and sighed, her cheerful mood fading slightly and gaining a more serious tone. “We do need to talk though.”

Rhea’s chest felt tight. What could she want to talk to him about? And then his eyes caught the sight of what was behind him. The wall. It was RIGHT THERE and she must have seen it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! “Yeah. Hey umm.. Let’s talk when you get here? I need to go. Bye Ros!” As he was about to press the call end button, she somehow tumbled his phone to the floor.

“Rhea? Love? Is everything oka-”

“Yeah everything is fine! Talk to you later!”

click

Hooooooooly fuck…

Nervously Rhea lifted his gaze from the phone and to the wall. The sun was shining through the window and hitting the knives, reflecting the light straight to his eyes as if to tell him that they had won.

“How am I going to tell her that I collect knives from people I have… I need to somehow convince her that these aren’t just some sick trophies of a murderer.”

Even though they were just that;

Trophies.

But not of a murderer,
they were trophies of a mercenary.