And then, she laughs.
A beautifully melodic sound of amusement that bubbles from her lips.
As she bares her sharp teeth, the corners of her pink lips quirk on either side of her flushed cheeks.
The usual dark forest in her eyes brightens with warmth...
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Nathan Cole
Despite hanging out with the idiotic moron, Max, I'm still boiling with rage. His stupid dad jokes didn't even calm the thunderstorm in my mind.
But this rage feels different in terribly adverse ways.
It's so much darker. Something haunted lurking in the back of my mind like a sinful phantom. Fogging my clear consciousness with the tainted urge to slaughter.
Corrupt, nefarious, sinister.
Much worse than my reminisced sins.
A wounded animal with chains of restraint around its limbs, just waiting to be unleashed or waiting to unleash itself.
Eva fucking killed my sister and I'm battering my mental state because I haven't done anything about it (yet).
I stopped paying her since she stopped messaging me.
Even if she didn't stop messaging me, I wasn't going to pay my sister's murderer and I don't think I'm going to let her live either.
You could tell me to report her to the police or hire a PI but I could get caught guilty. Leah's already trying to put me in jail so it doesn't help my fucking case.
Yeah, I've killed people but it's not like I kill the fucking innocent.
I'm not that much of a sadist.
I kill the guilty: rapists, assaulters, abusers, etc.
Those who have done me wrong or have done others wrong.
And I am so close to putting Eva six feet underground.
However, I don't know if I would kill her. I wouldn't forgive myself for murdering a woman.
Especially when I had the absence of a woman who was supposed to care for me: my mother.
At the end of the day, whether she's a sick and twisted torturer, she's someone's daughter, sister, best friend, and perhaps future mother.
She's going to be a yearned absence in somebody's life.
It's not sympathy or pity. It's just... good morality.
I don't kill women. I won't lay my hand on a woman in an act of violence (apart from Leah. I'm not going to physically hit Leah so don't take it that way).
Men? Yes, but not willingly.
My father abused my mother. It's one of the reasons why I won't touch a woman (again, apart from Leah).
My mother abused me emotionally.
My father abused me physically, verbally, and emotionally.
