Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 31. Fanfictions

"Stupid, stupid . . ." I bitterly groaned as I remembered today's events, such as seeing Dronkey's ugly ass face. I stood in front of the mirror with a look of distaste as I finish blow-drying my hair. I really hate him, I really fucking hate him. Why do I have to sit in front of him? I could've sat in front of Byron. But no, I have to sit in front of him. I could switch the old desk across Byron to my current desk, but it's too much work since the desks are nailed to the ground, it'll take a while to move it.

No, actually, I'm not sure if it's nailed to the ground. I just assumed since that's how the desks are in the high school. I'm definitely going to check it tomorrow.

I flicked the light off and shut the door behind me with a yawn. Eager, I took big steps to reach my room, and there it was.

My bed.

I didn't even open the lights, I quickly jumped into my bed and snuggled against the soft sheets. I really need my rest, today has been really stressful. First time teaching at the college, and then Droney－

Goddammit. I buried this anger long ago, I hid it, but I never forgot. Seeing him, it just came flooding back. I know that as an adult, I should just forgive him and let it go, but just thinking about it makes me cringe, why do I have to forgive a jerk like him? He didn't even change, he's still an annoying bastard. Forgiving him and acting like normal co-workers would take a chunk out of my pride. Maybe, in the past, I would forgive him, but that was different, I had zero self-respect. Now that I have a little confidence, I'd like it better if he'd suffer the same way I did. This anger actually makes me wish that he'd have a shitty life.

I can't believe he's a teacher like me!

He shouldn't be allowed to teach, he's a fucking idiot. What does he even teach? I don't fracking know! God, I hate the idea of having the same occupation as that guy, I even hate the idea of breathing the same air as him.

I don't like this, I really don't like this. Oh my, God . . .

I repeatedly hit my pillow before burying my face in it and taking a deep breath. I actually wish I can just forgive him and stop getting worried about this, he doesn't even care that I might plot something which ends with him being dead. I'm the only one who's making a big deal out of it, and that's what bugs me the most. He manages to piss me off without even being here.

Acting nonchalantly, greeting me like an old friend of his, casually saying sorry for the things he did . . . What a half-assed apology . . .

Great, now I'm crying again.

I'm just so, so, so angry. Everyday during high school, the thought of ending things the easy way crosses my mind, but of course, I never do it because I love my family. It was just so hard to see my brothers getting hurt, my parents working themselves to death, only to be insulted, it was a shitty life we had to bear.

Droney thinks he can take it all back with just a 'sorry', he doesn't even know nor care how much trauma his games caused me. I can't even open up to anyone before, it took me so long to finally be a normal person. I truly hate people like him.

I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling as I wiped my face, calming myself down. I'm not going to forgive him, he can go fuck himself.

Just as I closed my eyes, I felt a shiver run down my spine and hesitantly opened them. Thankfully, I'm still alone in my room. I glanced to the side and saw that I forgot to close my curtains. With cold feet, I uneasily stood and walked to the window, grabbing onto the curtains as I got closer.

I looked out and surprisingly found the night view relaxing. A few days back, I wouldn't dare look out at night, there's just something weird about it. I examined the area, still a bit uncomfortable.