𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 [𝚃𝚆]

Sunday| April 30, 2023| 11AM|

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?"

I looked up unfazed as this bitch I use to consider one of my best friends stormed into my apartment. Why you make ask... Because I took his sister.

"Hey there, why so worked up?" I smirked at him as he glared. "Want a drink?"

"Zaire cut the fuckery-"

"Yuh nuh see wi rich."

The intensity of his glare increased as I doubled over laughing, I'm pretty funny if I do say so myself.

"Don't worry, Jailen. Your sister is safe and sound," I said, my smile fading away. "She's just in isolation for now, getting a taste of her own medicine. She's been quite problematic, you see, and she needs to learn a lesson."

"She's just a child, ZJ. Give her back to me, and we can resolve this issue," he pleaded.

"You had more than ten years to do that," I replied sharply. "The situation has gone beyond your control. She's become willing to take lives. It's time to accept that you're no longer in charge and hand it over to the authorities."

I observed as he surrendered and slumped onto a solitary sofa in the living room, burying his face in his hands.

"I've made every effort, ZJ," he admitted with a defeated tone. "Yuh know how Melissa stay, her past diagnosis, and now she's been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. She refuses to take medication, which makes it even harder to manage her."

"Our mom has already lost hope, and our dad is doing what he can, but there are limits to his capabilities," he continued. "I'm all she has left, but I feel overwhelmed and unable to handle her."

With the knowledge of Melissa's previous diagnosis of limerence, a state of intense romantic infatuation and obsession, which was identified by a group of psychologists six years ago after her therapist noticed her fixation on me and our hypothetical relationship, her borderline personality disorder (BPD) diagnosis seemed fitting, considering the recent events.

I responded nonchalantly to his disclosure, questioning, "Am I supposed to feel sorry for her?"

"No... I'm just sharing my thoughts with someone my friend," he replied.

"Who says we're still friends?" I responded coldly.

I observed a mix of sadness and regret flash across his face, but he avoided making eye contact. My heart tightened slightly at the sight, as a friendship that had spanned over a decade is not something you easily let go of. However, given the choice between him and my commitment to India, I'd put a bullet in his head without hesitation.