His Bosnian Love | { Kenan Yıldız Fanfic }

7 - Alex

"Azra you can't really be thinking about doing that? I mean, c'mon it's not like he did anything THAT major to you"

"NO! You have no idea how he RUINED my life"

She shoved a finger into my chest and growled out the next sentence.

"And I'm gonna make him pay for everything I had to go through" 

---☆---

I really had nothing to say on all of Azra's words. I mean, I was in no position to tell her anything.

I already had a lot of mess on my hands and on my conscious so the last thing I should be doing is telling someone what the 'just' thing to do is. 

Not to mention the blood of people that scattered my hands as if it was water and washed my clean reputation away like it never even existed.

It's not like people knew, but it's also not like they haven't suspected me of being a drug dealer.

Which, to be frank, I'm not.

I'm a mass contributor, but a pitiful street dealer? No, how dare they underestimate my heavy involvement in this industry.

I know, I know, it's not really something to blable about and put as a trophy on my already pitiful empty shelf of no achievements except infinite misery in my finite life as it is.

If I had an alternative, trust me I would take anything to avoid what kinds of dangers this work sphere bring along with it. 

Rewarding financially, yes.

Worth my head?

Eh, I don't know. 

But it seems I just don't really care about that part much since I'm not doing anything about stopping it anytime soon.

---☆---

Azra was literally biting her nails off while tugging her hair with her free hand. 

It made me feel ever so more conscious about my bright blue hair which stood out in every direction.

"So, happy now."

"Ugh, shut up you!" She was ecstatic with her tone and expression. 

I raised my hands up in defense and made a fake scared squeal.

"Whoo feisty aren't we." 

"Shut up, just, don't talk. I can't think with that chatterbag of yours open."

"Ookaaayy."

I looked all over the faded out gray ceiling as I was internally and externally sensing her overthink her mind out. 

Just as I was about to make another bad joke about how scary she was, the door opened and we were greeted by an awkward face that radiated uneasiness in all parts of his being. 

Ugh, Kenan.

And walla, the worrisome witch was all of a sudden a gleaming beam of sunshine and rainbows as she went up to him.

"Kenan!" She exclaimed in an overly pitched voice and I bit down a chuckle that could've gotten my eyes gouged out from her if it was any other situation where her mortal enemy (who didn't know that he was that) wasn't right in front of her.

Yeah she knew to be mean as hell but was also, uh, compassionate? And that only towards her dad.

Or stepdad.

No idea what's going on there.

But I remember one time that I've seen them in an embrace under an umbrella and her reaching up to kiss him while he shoved her and left her to soak wet while he left.