Stephen (Tainted Love #1)

PART 2 | Chapter 1| STEPHEN

STEPHEN

Blood everywhere. Blood all over my hand, blood all over my naked chest. Blood all over the floor. Still blood coming out of his Vulnerable body like water fountain.

Alessandro. I'm not letting you die this easily.

Though I wonder after 2 days of torture, how is he still alive? I mean he's barely breathing anymore. His lungs is punctured for all I know. All the kidney punches I gave him was enough to knock his breathe out. Multiple cuts all over his naked body. There's hardly any place left for me to cut and burn.

I light my cigarette and take a long drag.

"K-kill me. But you won't gettin what you lost, bastard!" Alessandro opened his fucking mouth. He's not apologizing for what he did. Not like I'm going to accept that anyway. He's going to die. Not before I feel like I've done enough damages in his body.

3 months.

3 fucking months.

I've waited patiently. Searched for him. How long was he going to hide from me?

He should've known the risk of messing up with what's mine.

3 months.

Alessa haven't talk to me yet.

I haven't seen her for 3 fucking months.

She stays in her room. She doesn't come out when I'm home. She doesn't talk to anyone.

I know I've hurt her. And I deserve her wrath. If it was old me, I would've forced her to talk to me. I would've kidnapped her again if needed.

But I'll never be that me again.

And being the bastard I am, I'll not even let her go.

I'm so fucking fucked up.

"You look awful to even breath," I blow out the line of smoke into the dark room. Sunlight coming from the small window in the corner of the room.

I haven't slept for 2 days. All I did was torture the bastard, cut his body, burn my cigarette on his new cuts then walk over to my chair, rest for few minutes and start all over again. The room smells like rotten pig. Hell, even I smell like one. But my revenge isn't done yet.

"You- k-illed my brother... You-you fucking b-bastard!" He tries to scream but his voice came out as shrill.

I grind my teeth, my jaw is about to break. "Don't fucking act like your brother meant anything to you. Even if he was alive, you were going to fucking attack my territory. I think you should've done that. But you didn't." I stand up and walk towards him. The river of Blood under my boots. "But you had to fucking mess it all up. We both could've played the game together." I looked at him from head to toe, suspecting what place was left for me to attack next. Yeah, no place left. "Now I'll have to play alone. You won't be there to cheerleading for me." I let out butter laugh.

His body stiffen. He tried to move but only groans coming out of his mouth. "You're - you goin to hell, Stephen! You goin to die worse than me." He tries to sound threatened,but what can I say, nothing scares me.

Except for her.

"Oh yeah? Then I'll meet you there. In hell I mean. You'll be cheerleading for me there? Your brother would be there too. I guess we'll play fair then." I took another long drag from my cigarette.

He gritted his teeth. Wait, does he have teeth left in his mouth. Alright,working on them next.

The door opened and closed behind. But I didn't turn around. My eyes solely focused on the man who ruined my life. My life was already ruined from my birth. But I was getting it all together. Untill he had to break it again.