Obsessive (AMBW)

Act XXVIII

Kang Dak-Ho

"Do I call you Brandon now?" I asked, it's shirt ripped off to show the scars of it's transitioning surgery.

Brandon didn't reply, spitting on my shoe. 

I smirked. It's weird for it to talk, all tied up, beaten, bruised, hurt, and act like I'm not going to kill it tonight.

"How long?" I  asked, pulling up a seat right in front of it.

"I started following her a little before the wedding-" I shook my head.

"How long ago did you lose your tits?"

"4 months-" he paused, shaking his head. "5. It took 2 months to really heal and after that I was busy changing... everything." I scoffed, the lights still dim as the ropes which kept Brandon tied to the chair shifted a little, making me shift too.

"You gonna kill me or something?" He joked, he manspread (or womanspread, I'm not sure) in the chair, I looked at him with tired eyes.

"Yes." I replied, " 'cause Milan shouldn't sleep and worry about another man while laying beside me." I brandished the knife in my hand. "So I gotta kill you, and make up for the assholes I already missed."

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One thing I hope people never think, is that I lost my charm.

Because Milan thinks I only harm bad people.

And to some extent, I guess you could say I do. But Brandon probably didn't deserve it, even after everything he did. 

I don't care, but like, it still would be nice for people to know that he probably didn't deserve it.

But nether did Milan, worrying if he is going to pop up behind her tomorrow or the next day, I don't ever want her to worry and I damn sure don't want her to be afraid.

"You got last words?" I ask, cringing at the one-liner. 

Brandon opened his mouth, tear rolling down his mutilated face, smiling from ear to ear, he said...

The weapon in my head was already pushed through his skull, blood splattering.

"What was that? I didn't catch you the first time?" I asked his dead body, trying not to laugh at his face.

"I'm hilarious."

1 year later

"Nigga why does it say 'is it purple nurple?'" Milan yelled, reading the text between Elijah and his man. "I know damn well this ain't dirty talk, why the fuck would it be purple..." she turned back to him, "is it purple?"

"Bitch no..." Elijah answered, "maybe." She screamed out his name and they giggled like little schoolgirls. 

It was the anniversary of the day Elijah got married to Lee Kwan, and they decided to celebrate with us. Around this time, I started to think about Bree...Brandon, I wonder what would have happened if we let him live, if maybe we had all been friends.