I now know his whole routine but something that stood out to me his midnight gym sessions, why at night? Austin was a rich boy; he inherited his money from his late father who owned a chain of bars along the east coast. How comes he didn't have his own gym. I need to have a plan but what? I know, When he's about to leave to go to his 4 story mansion or something, I'll ask for help in a alleyway, then he'll come and I'll slam the back of his head with a lovely rock. Fucking epic
I'll wait and wait oh hold on there he is he's leaving
"HELP ME PLEASE!!" Oh shit he's coming
"Yo man, are you ok, ur leg is"
Baboom...
He caught my hand, he grabbed my hand from smashing a nice rock at the back of his head. I had to think fast, what was in my other hand, you guessed it, my (metal) prosthetic leg. He still stands ,
"Asshole"
Ah shit he fucking punched me, that hurt my jaw, I think I'm bleeding, oh yeah my tooth fell out. After he punched me, the prick, he passed out. One tough bastard, I had to hide him, hide him quick but where..
The bunker, it was perfect, it was easy, it was fantastic
"HEY WHAT THE HELL MAN, UNCHAIN ME YOU FUCKING NUTCASE"
"Ahh shut the fuck up"
"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO TO ME!"
I fucking hate this guy, what does HE think I'll do to him, the fucking idiot.
"Please don't kill me"
"Oh, that's weird"
"I'm sorry for calling you a cripple"
"What"
"Nothing"
"No repeat what you said, I'm like this because of Spencer"
"No, you're lying"
"It doesn't matter that I'm telling you this but, I killed his girlfriend"
"You fucking liar, she's on vacation"
I just looked at him, I have no soul. I scared the bastard too
"Bye bye Austin, go fucking burn in hell"
I felt bad for him, i don't think i should've killed him. What am i talking about, he's a horrible person, i don't know.
YOU ARE READING
The focus of desire
RomanceMark ledger born and raised in Baltimore notices someone across the room in a party, Spencer jones. He wasn't like anyone he ever met, ledger becomes slowly obsessed with jones and it causes him to lose himself