EGO & VENGEANCE

Chapter 15

Kelani

This assignment is eating at my ass right now. For fucks sake why is economics so difficult to understand.

While I shake my knee up and down, palm on my forehead, i glance beside my paper to my phone as I hear a buzz.

Welp, distraction. Perfect.

I sigh in relief as I grab my phone and sit back in my chair.

Mateo: bet you're crying over the assignment right now.

I laugh at the text Mateo sends.

Fucking asshole

How did he know though... Man I can't help it, it's this damn anxiety. I know I'll be able to complete it it's just how efficiently I can complete it.

Kelani: listen...

I type back. Shaking my head I look back to the document on my laptop screen. Three lines. That's all I got. I'm suck.

My phone buzzes once more and I open the text.

Mateo: me too ngl.

I laugh out loud, throwing my head back at his response.

Since that day he opened up about his bond with Alaiyah, we've been closer ever since. It's like I finally have someone... just someone.

After losing Alaiyah I had no one. No one before and no one after. Given that me and Alaiyah went through everything together- quiet literally everything, from the childhood trauma to the gang rape, she was the only person who really understood me. The only person I could talk to was gone. Just like that

And now someone, beside Uncle Sam , who loved Alaiyah just as much as I did, has come along.

Again I had no one to talk to except Uncle Sam, and myself. my mirror has had just about enough of my bullshit.

It's been 4 days since Mateo brought himself to melt into my arms, and all we've been doing is texting back and forth and see eachother in whatever classes we had together the past few days.

My phone buzzes on my desk again.

Mateo: you ready?

Kelani: for what?

Mateo: uni you dumbass

Fucken hell. I forgot there was a late class today, I thought it was a day off. I was hoping to spend the whole day completing this fucking essay.

Kelani: oh shit.

Mateo: get your ass up and get ready, I'm on my way.

Kelani: um... sorry? You're on your way?

Mateo: yes.

Kelani: man- fine.

I literally have a ride already- Uncle Sam has allowed me to use his motorbike the past couple days. Wether it was for my jobs or for school.

Having the bike has definitely helped me escape the scenes after I complete the job.

Wether it involved slitting the throat of a stepfather continuously abusing and assaulting his 12 year old step daughter, or breaking the wrists and shooting the kneecaps of a highschool councillor raping a 17 year old boy who finally decided to get some help, and couldn't escape him.

The kid, he's name was Billy, was afraid to tell any of his friends or teachers or parents etc, because he was ashamed of what was happening to him. As if he allowed it to happen. he didn't.