ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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My eyes are met with white walls, white light, and medical machines next to me.
Looking down at my arm I see a needle on it, pumping serum in my veins.
What a great day to be alive.
I know that I am on Moretti's medical wing, again.
This one is on me. I hadn't slept in three days, basically forcing myself to stay up with energy drinks and caffeine.
But I was really invested in finding Dimitri.
I had a clue, a woman who he supposedly dated, even when he was forcing me to stay engaged to him.
I had her location, and then I had to crash. My eyelids closed on the dangerous side of the way, and I have less one car.
At least it wasn't the orange one.
My mind was so clouded by proving Moretti that I could do it way better and faster than him, that I stopped thinking rationally.
That seems to be forgotten when it comes to him. Everything that envolve Lukas, on my numb life, never ends up how it should.
It pisses me the fuck off.
My brain is like a notch, all entangled and a fucking mess when it comes to him and my... opinion, towards him. I can't explain it, and that unnerves me which leads my hate for him grow.
And that's why I want to kill him. Besides his posture being unnerving enough, but still. That's just the top of the iceberg.
The rest... I can't fucking figure it out myself. I lust for him, and I can say that comes from both sides, but the rest?
No.
Fucking.
Clue.
And not having control isn't something I'm found of.
Cursing under my breath when I try to sit up, a sharp pain making its way on my abdomen, I lift the hoodie on my body, and see that my wound is now bandaged.
I made it by leaving the car.
I didn't felt the crash, I was asleep, but how good it was to wake up with blood and glass all over me, me upwards, and my body in pain.
Just awesome. The dream of many.
Snatching the fucking needle from my arm, I rub the spot and grab a band-aid, putting it above the skin.
I'm still with my jeans, and Moretti's hoodie, who fits way too big. It could fit two of me inside, but it kept me warm, so I won't complain... this time.
I need water.
And where's my jacket and shit? I have my phone there, money and keys.
Fuck it. My phone doesn't even has a card, I only use it for games and music.
