Empty Promises

𝐓 𝐇 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒
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I hate everybody in this world. That may sound selfish in a way but in my opinion, it's easier to not care then to be so full of love. All I need is myself because I can trust myself to get things done and do it in the correct way.

I didn't care much for my parents either and they didn't care for me. I was a complete accident, my mother slept with anyone that breathed the same air as she did and had a dick. Once she found out she was pregnant with me, she knew her life was ruined in that moment.

She'd tried to contact my biological father but once she told him the news, he fled and wasn't seen again. She also thought about having an abortion but her sister thought that would be an awful thing to do.

So instead, my aunt took me in and promised to care for me until I was eighteen and was a suitable age to be able to care for myself.

I did care for my aunt considering I put her through hell when I was a child - bad behaviour and all that nonsense. Unfortunately she died not long after I turned nineteen due to cancer.

Since then, it's just been me and that's the way I prefer it. The only annoying thing is people acting like idiots and I'm the only one who actually knows how to deal with them.

For example, Camille Monroe. After she stabbed me, her father came back in and didn't exactly seem too surprised by her actions. He attempted to apologise for her actions but I didn't want to hear it so I got up and left.

Luckily, I have bandages and shit like that in my car so I didn't bleed out. After being hated by multiple people for a very long time, you learn a thing or two.

I speed down the road, not bothering to stop at traffic lights since I know exactly what this woman's plan is and where she is going. She took my phone so I have no way of warning anybody at my home about the visit she's about to pay.

One thing I do know though, Joseph is a dead man. He may be trained and a decent fighter but he won't be able to take on Camille at all, she has skill and the element of surprise on this one.

I take a look at the blade she'd stabbed me with and realise the handle has her initials carved into it.

I shove it in my pocket as I turn the corner which leads to my house. I pull over at the gate and one of the guards come up to me, "A woman came here a few minutes ago, she said that you left her phone at her house a few days ago and she's here to return it to you." What a fucking clever girl she is.

I nod, "Now, Antonio let me ask you a question. If a lady came up to you and told you she was my wife, would you believe her?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "That's what I thought. So why the fuck have you let this woman in my home?"

He looks at me with fear in his eyes, "I- I'm sorry, she looked genuine and I suppose I just believed her." I almost scoff at his response.

I start my car, signalling for him to open the gate and he rushes to do it. I pull into the driveway and quickly exit my car, noticing another car which must be Camille's.

Using her own blade, I stab it into her tyres so she can't escape so easily.

When I get into my house, it's completely silent. Too silent. I rush down into the basement where I left Sasha and Joseph but can't see anything at all as the light has been turned off and it's pitch black.