Chapter 8: Unreasonable

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Vi had to insist on join you, but you decline her offer, but she kept perusing that she stroll your wheel chair and which you gave up argueing for a moment and head to the Police Station.

Padme took the notice of you and so did she, feeling displease to see you alive after the Punisher got Jefferson arrested.

"When someone breaks in my house, you could've knock on the door bell and ask yourself to be invited or not." you stated. "Those locks were expensive, Padme."

"Yeah, I should have." Padme smirks. "It was even more expensive to kick it down....when I get to see those lovely dead photo's of Rachel....and yours."

Vi scrunched her face in a scowl at her. Wanting so much to stab her for putting you so much in danger.

"You know what, maybe I should tear your mouth  wide open." you snapped slightly. "Or crush your hands that paid some bastard to do your dirty work."

"What?" she was taken aback.

You huff. "Tag along, I could use some hot coco. Your up for coffee right?"

You started to head to the white room as you two sat down facing each other with intense atmosphere.

"I really loved seeing your photo." Padme started. "Must've worked hard becoming one of your God-brother's followers who brings strays. Working as a artist, becoming Jefferson's favorite model. But I guess you haven't upgraded your living? Must've been difficult."

"So I see you've done some research." You stare blankly.

Padme scoffs. "This bitch... You're the one to talk."

You sigh and roll your eyes. "Well, that was the only way. When I started this all, I thought it'd be like Taken. But when things got going, I was sort of following you all around. Had to fund the whole thing, and even transferred schools. And wow, It's such a lot of work and all."

"Just shut up." Padme snaps. "If you're really after revenge now, you would've gone to the police station. All you're doing is rambling because you have no proof. Well, try your best...With bullshit."

"You just don't ever listen, do you?" you frowned. "I said I've been busy. As you can see, I posted this online...." You reach your phone and show it to her. "But somehow, I didn't get many views...Maybe 'cause it lacks a subject?"

Padme just flip your phone down ignoring to watch the recording.

"Post it. Make sure to include the subject." she mocks you. "Whatever it is, I have a million ways to escape."

"Really? But could you really escape this too, then?" you show her the file of the Incident report. Padme picked it up and see all the photo's of your scars when you were young, going all over to look and then those paper that has the drop out form.

She balls the papers in decree. "I promise that I'll kill you, (Y/n) Castle."

"Oh wake up already." You spat. "It should be me killing you first. You ungrateful selfish Blackheart."

Padme glared at you as you continued. "I changed my mind a hundred times on whether I would come or not. But I decided to do it anyways. You see, the reason I came to visit you today is to give you an opportunity for one last chance. And I'm giving it because of the gesture of kindness left by somebody at my house."

Padme push all the photo's and the paper on the floor. "What the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying you should come clean and tell the truth." You explained. "Take these and give them to the police. Confess everything you have done, in order to cover up the crimes you committed."

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