Mad Hatter

Sick

"So if on Tuesday the Unsatisfied Bitch has two free periods right after our American History class from 1:00 p.m to 3:00 p.m the same day Pretty Boy gets out of his Law class at 1:40 that leaves me around half an hour to..."

Murder her

THROW HER OFF THE WINDOW

Murder her

Murder her

Murder

Gone, gone. She has to be–

Murder her

"Well, I–I could just threaten her, y'know. Empty threats so she stays away from my Pretty Boy"

She won't The voices insisted. She wants him too much, you have to kill her

MURDER HER

You'll be alone

Alone

Alone

ALONE

You have to kill her

"I just want her to go away and never come back..does she has to die?"

Do you want Pretty Boy all for yourself?

ONLY YOURS

He'll leave you

LEAVE YOU

You'll be alone

ALONE

HE'LL LEAVE YOU

Don't you want Pretty Boy all for yourself?

"He can only be mine..."

Then you have to permanently erase her

YOU'LL FAIL

Nobody loves you

PRETTY BOY WILL BE YOURS

YOURS

Alone, alone, alone

ALONE

Permanently erase her

"I have to permanently erase her..."

Pretty Boy will be yours

YOURS

YOURS ONLY

YOURS

YOU'LL FAIL

You'll be alone

ALONE

ALONE

Pretty Boy will be yours

"He's mine, he's–" He abruptly stoped talking at the sound of the door opening and closing. Alexander was here.

"Hey John!" He greeted him as he entered the room.

"Hi Pretty Boy! How was your day?"

"It was good, thanks John" He smiled. "We are going out with Angelica on like half an hour, is that ok?"

No.

He had seen her face that day on the coffee shop. She was gaining confidence. She was planing something. She was going to do something.

That can't be.

She has to remember where her place is, to understand she's last on Alexander's priorities. Learn that she's not important to him.

Because she's worthless.

"I don't know Pretty Boy, I'm feeling kinda sick.." He perfectly saw how Alexander's eyes filled with worry. "I'll just stay here, you go have fun with her. I don't wanna be a burden to you guys with my useless, stupid, sick self..."

"No no no no John it's ok, it's ok. I–I'll just stay here with you, I'll call Angie and tell her that today we can't go, don't worry"

"Are you sure Pretty Boy?"

"Yes yes yes, don't worry John. Everything is ok. What are you feeling?"

"A lil' dizzy.."

"Ok, ok" He breathed. He sat down on the bed next to John and gently put his head on his lap. "Just rest ok" John nodded, hiding his face on Alex's stomach while a smirk grew on his face. He knew Alex's greatness weaknesses, sickness. He knew about his mom and the people in the island, he knows how much Alex worries when someone close to him gets sick and he knows he can use this to keep Alex with him. John has Alexander on the palm of his hand.

"I wanna see Nightmare Before Christmas, can we Pretty Boy?"

Alex nodded as he looked for his laptop and put the movie on Netflix. He sat down again and John automatically rested his head on his stomach.

"What's with you and my stomach?" He joked.

"It's soft and comfortable"

"Alright, if you say so"

Around half an hour into the movie John became curious. What did Angelica said?

"Is this a Christmas movie or a Halloween movie?"

"It can be both I think" He answered.

"Can I look it up on your phone?"

"Sure"

He took Alex's phone and unlocked it. He knew his password had 1781, what a nerd, his nerd. Instead of going to Googled he opened the messages app and looked for Angelica's conversation.

Spamilton: Angie, we can't go to the park today

PinkyDinkyDoo: Why? Are you ok?

Spamilton: John's feeling sick and I don't want to leave him alone, sorry. We'll meet next week alright?

PinkyDinkyDoo: Oh, ok

Spamilton: Sorry.

PinkyDinkyDoo: It's ok. Really.

He smiled and gave the phone back to Alex. That bitch was surely feeling like crap right now.

"So?"

"It can be both"

"Hah! Told ya'"

He let a happy sigh fall out of his lips as he cuddled to Alex's stomach. He got his hand under the boy's shirt and started rubbing circles with his thumb on his tummy, enjoying the feeling of Alex's soft skin under his fingertips.

Angelica was probably feeling like crap, but he was feeling great.

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