[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
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Remorse is something I don't do. I never learned it, I was taught that it was useless. And isn't it? After all, you've already done the deed, so why regret it? You chose to do it voluntarily, so there's no point in wishing you could change it.
So yes, I don't regret anything in my life. Except my life. But hey, it could be worse, right? I could still be living on the streets or with the terrorist organization. So I see everything as an upgrade.
I woke up in my bed with a severe hangover, next to me were two bottles of vodka that I must have drunk over the course of last night. But I don't remember it or anything in general from the last two days.
Harry and Ashley have been completely withdrawn into Harry's house for the last two weeks and the others seemed to stay in the background as well. They only came out when we had to plan things for the big heist.
I don't know what the girls are doing, we have lost all contact with each other since our last mission and I think it will stay that way. After all, there is no reason to work together anymore. And it's better that way, we are not made to work together.
They with their crap laws and values that they follow with heart... although not quite. Otherwise they would not have got involved with us pieces of shit. But surely they regret that already long ago.
Layla in any case. She's still in the hospital, no idea when exactly she'll be released but I couldn't care less.
I had Zayn hack into the hospital's system and check her health records, she's stable and on the mend. In zero coma nothing she will break people legs again and babble them to death with her bullshit.
Fuck, I need to stop thinking about her all the time. I don't care about her!
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, but then my eyes went black. Shit, that was too fast. After I had waited briefly I strolled into the kitchen to get cold water from the refrigerator, hopefully that helps against my headache.
A miracle that I have not yet died of alcohol poisoning, but the day is still long. Today I'll probably get drunk again alone until I pass out near my bed. Otherwise I can not sleep.
Either I drink myself unconscious to finally get some rest or I'm awake until my body gives up by itself and I've used up all the energy in my body, which leads to me finally passing out and sleeping through the day.
I reached for the ice cold water and as the cool liquid touched my throat I felt reborn. Fuck, that was a great feeling. Now that I was awake I also felt how hungry I actually was.
