Love & Kill (MxB Romance)

Chapter 5. Company

Chapter 5 - "Company"

Alexander's POV:

If you really want something,

You'd fight for it

To have it.

If not,

You'll look for an excuse.

That's what mother used to say.

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Every since I last talked with Peter, I've been thinking. Thinking a lot actually.

He was totally the opposite of his father. He was sweeter. Imagining him killing someone would be rather difficult. I actually felt bad for Peter. He had nothing to do with this. But still, the things you do to achieve stuff.

Revenge.

The word that has occupied and been on my mind for like an eternity. I couldn't do the things I liked to do in my daily life. My life was ruined by this man. I don't even know if I have a life. And I know someone understands the feeling.

I can't be like this around Peter. I need to intimidate him. He's sort of comfortable with the fact that he's living here. I would call him a prisoner. Intimidating him would be also fun. He's such a scaredy-cat.

"What did I ever do to you?!"

Ah... of course. Apart from revenge, Peter's words also repeated in my mind constantly. It was driving me crazy. It made me feel guilty. I shouldn't feel like this. His family, his father, made me feel like shit all this time. All the people I loved died by him. And yes, I will say it again. I hate him.

I would simply adore the feeling as my knife cuts through his throat. As he coughs blood, trying to breathe. Happiness will be present in that moment. And all my problems will go away. Right? Come to think of it, what should I do with Peter? I don't think letting him leave would be a preferable choice.

Should I kill him?

...

Heh, why not?

The sound of my alarm swent off and I groaned. Since Peter moved here, I've set an alarm at 5:00a.m just to get him food. Well, also check on the camera system and the crew. And by crew, I mean Franco. Blue Core wants the same goal as me, but it doesn't mean they're my friends or something.

As I got up of the bed, I heard the most disturbing sound. The sound that has been going on for days and nights.

This guy is such a crybaby.

I groaned louder and grabbed forcefully my bat. Sobbing was heard even from my room. Which was located pretty far away from his.

"Shut the hell up will ya?!" I yelled from my room.

There was a sudden silence and it irritated me even more. He would usually complain on how rude I was to him. Well he was rude too. In an adorable way. Wait what? I brushed the thought off and groaned as I stood up.

I went to his cell and there he was, laying on the bed and facing the ceiling. Peter's face was awfully sad, his eyes were red from the crying and his lips were dry. I felt the need to say something to him, but I shook my head and went back to my room fast.

My heart was beating fast. Seeing Peter like this was worst than just thinking of his words. His silent treatment was getting the best of me. But, this was different. Something was wrong with him. Of course something is definitely wrong, I mean look at him.

 But I can't ask him. Asking him would look as if I cared for him or something. 

My body rejected me completely. My feet were moving on its own to Peter's direction.

Oh no. Come on body!

Something just exploded in my mind right now. I couldn't think straight. My body ignored my protests and open its mouth. I don't even own my body anymore.

"Peter?" I asked sounding a bit worried. Shit. "You 'kay?"

That's even worst!

He didn't answered me. He just sniffed and pulled the blanket over his body, covering his face. His 'company' was in a deep sleep, so no problem. Wait, why is that not a problem? I opened the door to the cell and went inside.

"Peter." I called out his name once again but with a little force in my tone.

He began to shake. Is he scared of me?

Is he scared of me?

Of course he is dumbass.

I looked away with pain in my chest. Losing someone was painful indeed. But being ignored when you try to help them is simply awful. Wait.

I AM NOT TRYING TO HELP.

I got angry and slapped him hard on the butt.

"OW!" He yelled at me in pain and grabbed his butt. "WHY YOU DO THAT F-.." I put a hand on his mouth and shushed him.

"Cause I wanted to. Problem?" I pulled my hand back with force. I heard him whimper by the pain. He got angry and hold back his tears. Seriously what's his deal? I grabbed his hand forcefully and-...

*SLAP*

Ouch.

Peter's footsteps were loud and quick. He ran off the room and escaped the house, leaving me in his room with my hand on my face. Like the demon I was, I smirked. Oh he's gonna get it.

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That's for being a mean you jerk. Just kidding I love you Alex. *kiss*

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-Alondra Gabrielle