Life is unfair

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{Sweet Dreams}
[Marilyn Manson]

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My eyes open back up. I was still in the living room. I probably just slept for a few minutes. It still felt kinda good though.

"Ah..your..awake now." A soft spoken British voice says to me. Looking up I noticed I had been laying down on his lap this time. My face heats up. I got off of him quickly, falling off the couch and groaning. "Are you ok-" I stand up before he could touch me. "I'm good. Don't worry... Thanks for letting me sleep on you."

The door from the kitchen Creeks open as me and the green hooded man turn to look at Tord and Matt who had just walked in. "You're really gonna do this? Like right now?" Matt says to him. I groaned, couldn't they have dropped the subject already.

"EEED- Sorry for the holdup! There was just something I wanted to know and...HOPE YOU DON'T MIND A COUPLE QUESTIONS." he flips the light switch off in the living room and shines a bright flashlight in Edd's face. "Dude, Tord, no c'mon man!- This dude." I sighed rubbing the temples on my forehead. I blocked my eyes from the bright white, nearly blinding me.

"So what is it then? What's up with just how fucking strange you get over killing in a video game?" Tord tries to interrogate him. I could tell how uncomfortable and kind of scared Edd looked. "...It's a video, dude. You don't see us asking you why do you get so creepy over watching porn.." I said the last bit under my breath.

"But it's a bit more and just that, isn't it Edd. You're excited to kill. You're a suspicious fucko sometimes, you know that right? What's up with all those locks on the door?" Edd was troubled but awnsered. "Uh, those are cuz we've been burglared a couple times..." He spoke out in a croak voice.

"Tord, let it GO man." I go over to him. Grabbing his arm. "No! I'm gonna prove this shit to you! Then what about what you said to us! At the door. Something about 'paying off'?" He gets closer into his face. Matt having just about enough of him.

"Tord! I've told Edd to say that to strangers. We've had one too many times a weirdo comes about this neighborhood convincing us out of cash! For God's sake Tord, don't you understand?? All of these accusations, they're. All. In. Your. H,-----"

Everyone's attention goes to Tom. He had shown up and turn on the lights. Everyone looks at him... Especially at the box that was in his hand. He walks over to me and hands it in my arms. I hold it as he takes that up box cutter. Cutting my teeth through with ease as he opens the Box.

Edd comes over to me and looks inside of it. His once distraught and disturbed expression now held a more worried facial look. Matt and Tord looking over Edds shoulders as their expressions changed to a shock one.

Inside was a small little kitten. It had gray fur and dark gray stripes. It looked kind of dirty and tired as well. Poor little thing must have went through some troubles. I place the box down. Picking up the little kitten and holding her in my arms. Rubbing her small little head with my thumb gently. I hold her out to Edd for him to hold her.

He has a stated for a second before holding her. Everyone looking at him... Wondering what he'll do next. I noticed Matt was staring at Tom... You must have been thinking the same question of where he even got the cat from. Taking my attention off of the two and going back to the brunette who was laughing and smiling happily. The kitten was licking his cheek and playing with the strings on his hoodie.

{No One's POV 계}

Tord sighs in relief. Hugging around Y/N's neck. "Phew ... Well isn't that a relief? Huh, Y/N?" He looks over her shoulder to make eye contact with her. Just to be taken back by her pretty scary expression. She was livid at him. Being suspicious of someone is one thing but flat out accusing them of something as serious as murder and making them uncomfortable by treating them like a terrible person?!

He quickly let go of her but just for him to get yanked by his shirt and dragged into the kitchen. "Let's sort this out..."

Matt throws the Norwegian man at the wall harshly making him hit the fridge harshly with his head. "You are so lucky that went well." Matt said in a very pissed off tone. "What!? You're acting as if that was my idea!"

"It WAS your idea! I AM NOT GOING TO DO THIS FOR THE THIRD TIME TODAY YOU PATHETIC FUCKIN RAT. You'd better listen and you'd better listen clearly. For as long as you plan on living here, there are things you should know, Tord. I am N E V E R wrong. I am -

ALWAYS RIGHT"

The ginger man glares down at him. Scoffing, turning his heel the other way. "Also...I see how you try with Y/N. It's embarrassing to say the least. She'd wouldn't date you if you were the last man alive ... So stay away from her. Capiche?"

He walks out of the kitchen leaving Tord. "Tch, stupid Matt. Like she'd ever like his stuck up ass. She's to cool for him...I'd get with her! I'll show him...She's the only sane one here! The only one who doesn't drive me INSANE! OR ACTS LIKE THEY WANT ME DEAD! No one understands me but her... You'll have to kill me first before you take her."

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