Purge: Revenge[zarry]

17.

Bill

I unlock the door and let Dane in first. I shut the door angrily and threw the keys on the table.

I went straight to the bathroom and looked at myself. My mouth and shirt was covered in blood.

"How did you... not get injured after that drop?" Dane asks from the living room.

I glared at him through the mirror and just closed the door of the restroom.

I took out a cigarette to calm myself down before anything could get worse.

I thought about what was I gonna do about Zayn and Harry.

I have to kill them before it's too late. I looked at myself in the mirror again and saw the reflection of Anwar behind me.

"Bill, you're stronger than this." He says.

I stared at him and looked down.

"I can't do this when I don't have anyone to help me." I mumble.

I played with the cigar in my hand, nervously.

"You don't need weak humans to help. It's you-yourself that has to fight." Anwar says.

"The more people you kill, the more strength and power you get." He says.

"Kill. Get revenge for what they did to me." Anwar says before disappearing in mid air.

Dane knocked on the door and I opened it.

"Who were you talking to?" Dane asks and sits back down on the couch.

I frowned and walked back in the restroom.

"Stop being nosy, kid." I spat and wash my face in the sink.

I grabbed the towel and pat my face dry.

"So can you tell me about your childhood?" Dane asks.

I sigh in annoyance and put the towel away. I walk to the living room and sat in front of Dane.

"I bet you're a spoiled white boy, huh?" I say.

Dane frowned immediately.

"No, I'm not. That's why I started working when I was fourteen." He says coldly.

"You worked for Benicio. How much did he pay you." I ask.

"It's not important, just tell me why you and your brother became psychopaths." Dane says.

"Became." I smirk.

Dane looked down at his hands. He was getting frustrated with me but I didn't care.

I honestly don't want to talk about myself to him. He's just a kid and I barley know him.

I got up, thinking he was done.

"Wait, where are you going?" He looks up at me.

"To my room, to rest." I point at the bedroom.

"I need to know your story, Bill. Without it, I'm going to think you're just as bad as Anwar." Dane says. "I need to know both sides of the story."

I raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"You think I care about what you think of me?" I ask.

Dane purses his lips together.

"You don't know me and you never will." I say coldly and walk to the room.

I slam the door shut.

"He'll never understand." I scoff. "He's just a kid."