human ↦ calum hood {au}

twenty-two: bad

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:

| calum’s pov |

She entered the hospital with the brightest smile on her face, and it’s been a week since our date. I felt my eyebrow raise as she waved at me.

I wondered why she was so ecstatic about something that happened a while back, but then again, she is in love with me, so I kind of understood why she felt that way. 

It was just funny how everything was going according to my plan.

I never expected that, but maybe I did expect that, after I realized how easy she was to manipulate. She believed that I was really in love with her.

I scoffed, as if that would happen again.

“Hey, Calum,” she said, handing me a paper– a prescription. I didn’t even need to look at it to know what she was getting. It’s been months, and she’s been getting the same thing.

And that same thing is the reason why she doesn’t remember me right now. 

Perhaps I did feel bad at first, but after all the things she’s done to me, I really couldn’t blame myself for resolving to that. 

I gave her anti-depressant pills, yes I did. I wasn’t cruel enough to give her pills that would surely kill her, though. But the thing about the pills I gave her was that they wiped out memories– bad memories.

Basically, most of her bad memories consisted of our relationship– me. I don’t know if she forgot anything else, but I don’t really care about it anymore.

All I cared about was my plan to get revenge on her.

It’s becoming a need now– to hurt her. I couldn’t do it just yet, though. I needed a little more time; I needed her to love me so much that it’d hurt her.

Then slowly, painfully, I’ll torture her. I’ll break her.

I hand her the bottle, and she laughed when our fingers touched. I try to hold back from mocking her; this was hilarious.

I can’t believe she’s acting like a high school girl.

“Thanks.” She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, probably some poor attempt to make me find her cute.

It wasn’t working. But let’s let her think that way.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her. I half-meant it, because she was, indeed, physically attractive. It’s just that her personality wasn’t as good.

She giggled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Believe me, Lynette, I am bad.