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26

Monday 27th November ~ 12:02pm

Anti's POV:

My fist colliding with the wall wasn't nearly as satisfying as it should've been.

I knew this since I felt no urge to do it a second time, though imagining I'd instead hit Dark's face was a pleasing thought. The fucker thought I was his bitch.

That wouldn't stand.

I straightened myself, being sure not to walk down the stairs with caution, and made my way into the living room. That was what he wanted. Fear.

He wasn't someone I would fear.

"Did I make it seem as though you could do what you liked?"

Dark was sat with his back to me, a pen in hand hunched over some papers on the coffee table. Working as always.

I scoffed.

"I got pretty fucking bored."

"And my patience is wearing pretty thin," Dark said, putting his pen down. "Though if I acted on it like a child you wouldn't be able to stand."

Dark shuffled through papers as though the conversation wasn't happening, fuelling my anger further.

I grabbed a bowl from the side table and hurled it into the wall with a smash.

"You're too weak to k̶̸͠i͠ll̴̡̡ me!"

Dark's eyes drifted to the shattered remains of glass on the floor, and I could've sworn he uttered a laugh in response.

"On the contrary, it is your own weakness that assures that I don't have to." Dark started, getting up from the couch. "You see Anti, you can try to imitate my demenour, try to – present yourself as superior, yet pretending isn't the same as being."

I grit my teeth as he turned to face me - adjusting his suit jacket like the asshole he was.

"I'm nothing like you." I spat.

"Exactly, and because of this you will always be a weak pawn – free for the king to use or dispose of as he pleases."

Dark approached where I was standing, standing less than an inch from my face. He was looking down his nose at me as though he wanted me to snap.

"Now, you can either go back to being a good little glitch bitch, or I'll see to them myself."

With that Dark turned on his heel, beginning to walk away. I couldn't take it anymore. He had pushed me over the edge.

The motherfucker didn't control me.

"Shut UP!"

My first connected with the base of his skull.

Jack's POV:

"We have to move-!"

I wobbled on the window ledge, and even as I tried not to look down my eyes found the ground below regardless. Falling from there would hurt. A lot.

And Mark wasn't helping.

"Wh-What the fock do ya think I'm tryin to do?" I said, though my legs weren't about to cooperate. "I'm not filing my damn taxes up here."