Dangerously Close (Aris x Reader)

25) Over This

I don't care about him. I don't care about Aris. He means nothing, and he never, ever did.

I knew this would happen. I warned him about this, and he still got attached. That's not my fault.

His fault. This is his fault. And even if it's mine, I don't care. We're not just two sides of the same coin. We have two completely different lives that we could never understand.

Mine puts him in direct danger. Mine could be the reason he doesn't get to wake up one day. Mine would be the reason something awful happens to him. He can't be in my life, be the reason it improves, be the reason there's finally a place for me, be the reason I know what happiness is, only for me to do the opposite. I can't do that to him. I'm bad for him. I'd be a slow growing poison in his veins. He would think that everything was the same as always, maybe even a little better. He wouldn't even notice all the aches until it was too late. Until he was dead.

I'm trying not to care.

I don't want to care.

Janson. I should just go over my plan to murder Janson.

I tried.

Teenagers drive like they have nothing left to lose apparently. If there was any speed limits out here, they'd be breaking all of them. I think they turned a two week long walk into a one day drive. I don't know how that's possible, but we're here.

They had huddled up inside the mall, giggling like school children as they sat in a circle. I stayed on the edge, going over everything.

Getting in the way I did last time will no doubt be more difficult and maybe more time consuming depending on how they went about it. Janson will probably be where Ava would be now so I have to sneak my way there while knowing whoever's watching the cameras will find a way to alert someone of my location soon. I'll have to make it directly to his office where I'll get rid of him as soon as possible and get out before people can talk enough to put two and two together. Then, before something happens, I have to try and get the files. Again. Even then, that's only all a guess.

I overpacked in my panic. I don't need anything but my hatred for him, my favorite knife, and a small gun just in case. Plus a hidden knife in my hair, just in case things get . . . messy.

Taking a breath, I stood up. With this being a certain thing, something with an outcome I knew, there was this strange calmness. I never lose. Seeing as Janson chose intelligence instead of strength, it comes down to one thing. Will I fall for his mind games?

No. I never fall for anything.

Walking straight out, I climbed through broken glass, ignoring the cuts it gave me. I have a feeling I'm about to have a lot more than a few surface wounds to worry about.

The wind was as bad as ever I guess. Sand was blowing, it stung my eyes, all the usual things that come with being out here.

Standing up, I pulled the piece of fabric I keep in my pocket out. Instead of it being a bandage, it was going to be a lovely scarf and keep the sand out of my mouth.

Time to make the reward for my capture drool worthy. If I was well known with the common folk before, I'll be a celebrity by the end of this. Of course that means more danger for me. My risk of getting killed goes up each time and not because of the murders.

This is more important than any of that. Defending the innocent comes before anything life could possibly throw at me or any measly offers it could make.

Stopping for a moment, I stared at the building that I was becoming too familiar with for my liking. There were lights surrounding it, showing the nothingness in the world. The building reached upwards, almost as though it was power hungry enough to believe it deserved the sky. It was all steel and metal, a necessity at this point. It seemed dead by now, with not even a helicopter on the pads outside of it.