Chapter 93: The Ugly Duckling

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TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains explicit language directed to a baby and to others. Viewer's discretion is advised.


Tick, tock, tick, tock...

The sound of the clock continued to bother the man's already bothered mind in the silence of the night. He continues to squirm on his bed with an upset mind and a broken heart. He can only imagine what could be going on tonight, between a certain brunette and her boyfriend. To the point that she would turn her back on her promise to him.

She even told him in her text that she is not feeling well? Wow. The audacity to lie on his face. She seems fine this morning. She even tried to make fun of him which, by the way, he allowed because it was her. For the annoyed Bonten's second, she is the farthest from unwell. 

But does he even have the right to be angry? To be frustrated? To be jealous?

He knows that Kazutora Hanemiya beat him before for having her, for meeting her first, and tonight, for having her first. Just by imagining is enough to bother his sleep. Not to mention, his mood.

"Ugh fuck it!" he cursed out loud and took his seat forcefully. But as he did so, he awakened the sleeping baby inside his room.

Seemingly, he forgot that this kid is sharing his room now. All because a certain brunette whom he thinks to be having the night of her life, told him so. He allowed this noisy baby to invade his personal space, all because Yukino told him so. Yet, she had the courage to not do her promise. All for a dick? Which might smaller than his.

Fuck this night. How he wants to go clubbing to drink all night and fuck somebody else.

But no, he still can't because of his injuries. He is here in his place, suffering, because of the stupid baby's crying because of her father's stupid banter. Now, the sound of her wailing resounded in his large room.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me." He exclaimed and angrily walked closer to the baby's crib.

"Will you zip it? Can't you see I'm trying to get some sleep?!" He says with his voiced raised on a baby, as if she would answer nor listen to him. Instead, the baby only got louder.

"Fuck! You're too damn loud! Shut the fuck up!" He yells but the baby is still louder.

"Wanna go see mommy? I'll send you right to her!" he exclaims and walked towards his gun.

"Go to hell, little girl." He coldly uttered and undid the safety lock of his gun.






"DAMN IT!" He cursed and threw his gun away after locking it again. He combed his hair out of anger and frustration while listening to the little girl cry more loudly.



He couldn't do it.



He couldn't shoot her.



Has he gone senile for sparing a kid? Or for trying to shoot a kid who knows nothing of his misery?




He took a few deep breaths to collect his thoughts before turning back to the direction of the baby.

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