Poison Letters

Chapter 14

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*Warning: If you haven't picked up on this story's vibes, it's not for kids. Please be aware that there will be sexual content on this chapter. Not full blown sexual but fairy indecent. What can I say? Can't control my characters... it just happened.

Dear you,

"I lack the brain cells that make sense of why I get stuck with such bad luck," I sighed sitting back on the plastic chair which was extremely uncomfortable.

Connor looked at me for 5 seconds then he rolled his fùcking eyes and continued to tell me about his stupid asś life.

Kill me? Anyone?

On that day, I had agreed to wait to open my gift until after our 'session' was done.

It was supposed to last an hour. It had been twenty minutes. It feels like twenty-thousand.

"Do you ever feel empty inside?"

"No," I answered him. "I'm filled with bitter, hatred and darkness."

He rolled his eyes. Again.

I swear, if I could I would poke those gorgeous eyes of his and shove them down my parents throats to choke on.

"I feel like there is nothing inside of me," he said.

"I wouldn't mind filling up that void," I smiled sweetly. "I could just shove my hand all the way down your throat, pull out your organs and stuff you with Dolls chopped up decaying body parts."

"Why do you hate her?" Connor was watching the ground. He was watching everything, including me.

"I don't," I replied simply. I tucked my hands under my thighs and swung my legs back and forth. I watched them.

"You do." He looked up at me and tilted his head to the side. "You talk about her like she was your enemy."

"Who told you she wasn't?" I sucked on my bottom lip.

I could tell Connor was getting frustrated with me. He sighed loudly every once in a while and kept fidgeting and moving. He was uncomfortable. He wasn't feeling ok.

Good.

"But you were her best friend," he almost snarled. "No?"

I stopped my legs from swinging. I picked my head up a fraction and looked at him in the deadliest way possible. Glaring with half my face covered with my hair. "She still is my best friend."

"But you hate her," he said.

I'll kill him.

"I don't."

"Yes, you do." He tilted his head to the side. He was laid back on the chair a few feet away from mine. He said, "you hate her guts. You can't even stand the thought of her being alive."

"Shut up."

He leaned closer to me, "why do you hate her?"

"She's my best friend," I gritted out with a locked jaw and tightened fists. I was ready to slit his throat.

"No, she's not."

"I'll kill you," I pushed my chair away from his, trying to slide away from him to get out of that stupid room. Luckily, though, he captured the sides of my chair with both his hands.

I fùcking love my luck!

Connor leaned closer to my face while I was sitting on the chair and smiled wickedly. "I got you, baby doll."