Kian POV
I blinked. Twice. A third time ... and then 5 more times. Tears began to pour out of my eyes.
"Hey listen man... I wasn't part of that crap. So don't uh get mad at the messenger, ok?"
I kept my head down and brought my knees up to my chest. Without Jasmine I had nothing... I was nothing.
I'm not quite sure how much time passed by, and how I was fed or bathed, but one morning I was face to face with Cameron Dallas.
"Cameron you son of a bitch." All of the energy left my body. I fell limp onto the hard floor. The old me would have gotten up to strangle the smug prick within seconds. But this new me, I could barely lift a finger.
"Kian Lawley. How've you been? You're not looking too well you know? New diet? Fitness classes? Oh wait, that's right, you've been in a cell for god knows how long. I see you met Bruce- what an idiot. I've been paying him counterfeit money for months and he still hasn't noticed."
Cameron may have been talking, but I sure as hell wasnt listening. "Is it true? Did you really -"
"Kill Trashmine? Ya, it is! That's old news man, sorry you had to find out this way. Oh and also your baby too- had to get rid of that little monster too."
"Cameron the only monster here is you. I can't - what kind of a sick fuck, goes around killing a mother and her baby? Why am I even alive? Kill me for God's sake. You've taken all I've ever cared about, all that I loved. I've suffered enough. Please Cameron."
"Were wayyyy past that Kian. Yes I've taken all that you had and blah blah, but there's still one thing left to do before I kill you."
"Please, enlighten me."
"Oh I have to show you my collection of course. I think you're really going to like it!"
He jabbed some kind of needle into me, and I started to black out. I prayed to God that I never woke up.
