A Not so Wicked Paradise

CHP 12: Minho

I guess it all started with the taco.

After leaving the Mess Hall, I started to patrol the Community, as usual. Not a worry in the world.

That is, until I heard the shouting. Turning my head, I quickly made my way towards the noise. I arrived right outside the Mess Hall. What I saw was... Odd.

Everyone's favorite person AKA Jack was arguing with a little boy. Perhaps no older than 10. I rolled my eyes and approached them.

"Settle down Jack," I said, voice full of spite.

I was tired of dealing with him.

He faced me and scowled. Rolling my eyes, I turned to the boy.

"What's the problem here?"

"He-!"

"That little brat-!"

"Tried to-!"

"Won't give me his-!"

"Steal my-"

"TACO!" They both said in unison.

"What?" I said, confused.

"That little brat won't give me his taco!" Jack said, spitting in my face. Wiping his grossness off me, I turned to the boy.

"What happened?" I asked.

"He tried to steal my taco!" The boy exclaimed. I noticed now that he was clutching a taco in his hand.

I sighed.

"Leave the kid alone and get lost Jack. If you want a taco so badly, run over to the Mess Hall."

I expected him to sneer at me. Snort, scowl... What I didn't expect was his laughter. Jack bent over and laughed for a good minute or two, until he finally calmed down. He smirked at me.

"This was just a distraction. Maybe you should go check on your girlfriend."

With my stomach flip flopping, I turned on my heels and ran. Towards the Ranch. Towards Harriet.

I guess today wasn't going to be so great after all.

I arrived at the Ranch, frantic and searched for Harriet. She was nowhere to be found. I ran up to Sonya and asked her about Harriet.

"Oh Harriet? She went to get some leftovers from the Mess Hall for the pigs. She left around 10 minutes ago though..."

After thanking her, I ran back to the Mess Hall.

I decided one thing as I ran to Harriet. Jack was going down.

I arrived outside of the Mess Hall, looking for Harriet. I saw her talking to... Ivan? One of Jack's cronies? Confused, I approached them. As I did, Teresa came out of nowhere and joined me as I made my way to my girlfriend.

"Are you suspicious about this too?" I asked her.

"Duh. It's Ivan for crying out loud. She despises that block head!"

Just as we were about to reach them, Harriet made eye contact with me. She held it for a lingering moment until she turned back to Ivan... With a smile?

Annoyed, and with Teresa in tow, I came up to them.

"What are you-"

I froze mid-speech. I was shocked. Broken.

Harriet had wrapped her arms around Ivan and gave him a long kiss on the lips. I don't know how long I had stood there, my mouth hanging open. Harriet finally pulled away, looking down at the floor. Ivan turned towards me and smirked. Anger bubbling in my throat, I tackled him and punched him... Until Teresa dragged me off. Telling me it wasn't worth it.

It was to me.

Before I could say anything else, to Harriet, Ivan, anyone, Teresa turned towards Ivan and punched him square in the face.

Hypocrite. I thought to myself.

That is, until Ivan, with a scowl on his ugly face, pushed Teresa. She tripped over her own feet, falling backwards. Trying to save herself, she stuck out her right arm, only to scrape it painfully against a branch on the floor. She screamed in pain. She landed on the ground, a long gash trailing up her arm. Bleeding. My only thought was:

Thomas is going to kill me.

🔼🔼That's the end of Chapter 12! I had writer's block for most of this chapter, but it ended up pretty good! The picture is of the "bad guys". Thoughts? Comments and helpful reviews are always welcome! Until next time!🔼🔼