FEARED [II AU]

[10] | The Silence I Crave For

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Important A/N:

please read the warnings in the description!!!
this book will not have any warnings within each chapters (unlike 'II SCHOOL AU'), and I just want you all to be comfortable with the warnings in the description.
(im only doing this so things are more surprising than expected).

I will be reminding this for every 10 chapters!

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Enjoy Reading !!!

(I would also like to note this chapter is more shorter than others)
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Tissues scrambled back, gazing at Trophy with wide, terrified eyes. He clutched his blanket tighter, "This is what you come back for? To kill me?!" He yelled, glaring at him.

Trophy stood silently, his presence already felt... menacing. He kept the gun aimed at Tissues, "I'm going to take back this apartment room, just like how it was before you came along." He whispered lowly, stepping towards Tissues. His steps were calculated, he moved like a panther going to its prey, "You must be idiotic if you thought I was actually going to ditch this place of mine. I was the first to move here, and you practically forced me out."

Tissues huffed, "You were annoying! Every time, coming in and out the window, clashing against other furniture.. I was glad you were gone! And then you come back just to shoot me, isn't that just ironic?" He snapped, his eyes narrowing at him, "I am just here to lay in bed, I am sick, Trophy."

Trophy gripped his pistol tighter, "You're always sick!" He argued, "You've been sick for almost two months! Don't you understand how absurd that sounds?" He shouted in frustration, "'I'm sick so now you have to take care of me like a toddler!!'" Trophy mocked, "I am not here to just babysit you. You barely even get up and you can't even cook or clean yourself! All you ever do is complain and complain, you don't even bother to do anything in this room! You eat snacks, watch TV, and what? That's it! You don't work, you don't clean, you don't do anything! You haven't even brushed your teeth when you were supposedly sick!"

Tissues sat silently on the bed, he looked off to the side. He didn't seem to have a response, all he's been doing for the last two months was bed rotting.

Trophy let out a deep sigh, he looked back at his desk, where it all began. He put the gun back in his pocket, "I can't believe you want to live like this." He murmured, glancing back at Tissues, "You're so unbearable to live with." He sat down on the desk chair, "We can still make it work, I just need you to be more– cooperative."

Tissues crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowed, "No."

Trophy glared at him, he walked over to the door, locking it. He headed inside the kitchen, "Fine then. I'll just make myself comfortable." He mumbled, getting out cereal from the top of the fridge. He set the box to the side and took out a bowl from the cabinets. Trophy poured the cereal inside the bowl. He put the cereal back and got a jug of milk inside the refrigerator. He poured it inside the bowl and topped it off with a spoon. He turned back to the room, holding his cereal bowl in his hand. It was quiet, he enjoyed it.

Trophy sat down on his bed, occasionally glancing at Tissues every now and then. The TV was on, it was the news.

The same news had been broadcasted for the past two days, it was like they wanted to make sure everyone was inside. The news played in the background, Trophy hated it. He knew Tissues was watching, because Tissues held the remote, not Trophy.