Chapter 5

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A bang comes my front door. It had sounded like someone broke into the house. Whoever it was, obviously knew how to get in. Who the bloody hell was it? I grab my  gun and sit my my bedroom door. The persons footsteps echoed though my hallway.

They were right outside my room. I peak under my door. whoever it was was wearing orange clothing. Prison clothing. He found me, again. I fucking hated his name. Everything in my body begged me to shoot him, But I held the edge back. 

His footsteps came closer to my bedroom door. I readied my gun. I was ready to fucking end his life here and now. Even if that meant going against my morals, I would be free from him. Anything would be better then living in the same world as him.

Seth Fucking deserved to die.

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