Love & Kill (MxB Romance)

Chapter 4. Behind The Face

Chapter 4 - "Behind the face"

Peter's POV:

Good is good.

Bad is bad.

How can we tell if something is good?

Or if something is bad?

Is being good a bad thing?

Or being bad is a good thing?

I want to be good...

...no matter how bad you are.

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First the kidnapping, then the torture, and now this? I was completely confused. All I knew was that everything was because of my father's actions. But still, why do I have to be in it? It can't be just because I'm his son. Right?

I regret millions of times of being his son. I hate this life I'm living. I hate him. I've always wanted to live a normal life. Even life is been unfair with me. So much into thought that I actually forgot that I was in a stranger's room. Well more like a cell. It had bars as doors and window. How can someone have a cell in their house? Footsteps were heard and I quickly laid down on the bed, pretending to be asleep. I was not in the mood to tolerate this guy.

"I know you're awake." He said. I sighed and turned around. He was holding a bat in both of his hands.

I stared with wide eyes. Was he going to beat me up?  Again? I got scared. Last time he hit me with it, it hurt like hell. I didn't wanted to die. Wait, no. No scratch that. 

Kill me. 

I actually wanna die now. Sometimes I was bipolar in choosing between life or death. But I have come to a decision.

I choose death.

I got to my knees and begged him. "Kill me." The words came out as soft as a feather. But still, audible.

"Kill me." I repeated with watery eyes. My hands were holding his pants. He moved his leg brusquely and kicked me off. I earned a good kick on my ribs and a terrifying stare.

"I came for details, not to kill you." He said still glaring at me. "Yet." He said the last part with a smirk.

"I prefer you to just kill me now." I got up to my feet and felt a tear roll down my cheek. Why was I even crying for?

He gave me a disgusted look and locked the door cell. I made a confused look and he sat on my bed. "We're going to talk."

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"So, you never killed anyone before huh?"  Alexander asked sounding very interested in my life. I was sure that he was getting something out of it.

"N-no. I don't t-think I have the guts for that."

My voice was shaky. Every time dad mentioned that someone died, I would get all nervous. Yes, I wanted death. I wanted to die, but not kill anyone. Does that even make sense?

Alexander furrowed his eyebrows and nodded. "Okay then, we're done here."

"W-wait." I stopped him. "You just told your name. I literally told you everything." I said that and  suddenly felt a punch in my stomach. I coughed blood and I wrapped my arms around my stomach. Alexander placed his foot on my stomach, making the pain even worst.

"We are not friends. You are my prisoner. So make yourself at home." He said and left the cell. He locked the cell and left me here crying and coughing blood.

What was the deal with this guy? Prisoner? Talking to him would be clearly impossible and difficult. But, there has to be a way for him to talk to me. I thought hard and an idea popped in my mind. A really stupid one if you ask me. I will ignore him for a long time. Make him talk to me. Yeah, that's stupid. But it's worth a shot since it used to work every time with father.

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I suddenly woke up by the sound of a man's scream. My eyes were trying to adjust since it was really dark. My bottom lip was trembling. That didn't sound like Alexander at all. "A-Alexander?" I whispered.

The sound was inmediately cut off. All I could hear was my breathing. The door to my cell was opened and Alexander tossed a man inside it. The man groaned and got into a sitting position quickly.

"Motherfucker!" He cursed at Alexander still on the floor. "You will burn in hell for this."

Alexander's smirk was visible and he waved at him. With that he left, and the man stared at the wall.

The man cried and I could only watch him. He looked up at me and his face lighted up. "You."

"Me?" I asked trying to get a better look at him.

All I could see was that he had a small beard, a black shirt and jeans and he didn't had shoes. Just like me. Alexander took them off when we arrived here. I didn't dared to ask him why.

"You're Peter." He said. "I work with your dad." He stretched out his leg still on the floor. "Yes I am." I answered him shortly.

"I never got the chance to actually meet you."

We stayed in silence for a moment. I didn't felt uncomfortable at all.

Just thinking.

"Be careful around that Alexander guy." He said leaning closer. He's trying to make it a secret of course.

"I know he's a bad person, but why exactly should I be aware of him?" I asked and he suddenly got silent.

Questions after questions build up in my mind. I have never being this scared before.

"Alexander," he said. "He's the one responsible for your mother's death."

I have never hated a person in my life so much. More than my father. My hands trembled and began to sob. I cupped my face with my face and sobbed harder. How can someone so cruel do such thing? Does he even know what it feels like to lose someone dear to you?

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Ohhhhh why Alexander? You seemed like a pretty nice character :''/

Peter runnnnn!

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Peace out my blue kittens!
-Alondra Gabrielle

  Sorry that is a short chapter ;-;