bloodshed. || m.m (blackbear)

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- Mat's POV -

"fuck." I muttered to myself, missing the target for the 2nd time. 

I walked over and pulled the knife out of the wall, standing back to where I was and lining up the tip of the knife with the target. As I threw it, a knock at the door startled me, sending the knife flying in the wrong direction.

"Are you fucking kidding me." I stormed over to the door, opening it impatiently. 

I stared at the person standing in my doorway, a frown on my face. "You know, usually the people I hate are smart enough to not come to my house." 

"And usually those people aren't your boss." 

He patted me on the back, stepping into the room. He sighed obnoxiously, looking around. "I'm the reason you can pay your bills yet you still can't keep the place looking nice."

"Don't call yourself my boss." I pushed past him, pulling the knife out of the wall. "You're lucky I owe you this or else that attitude of yours would've had you fired a while back."

"No it's because I'm the only decent person that works for you."

"Don't flatter yourself." He mumbled. The man always presented himself nicely. He walked around in a suit 24/7 and I wouldn't be surprised if he slept in one. 

"Any reason you're annoy me on this lovely Sunday afternoon?" I chirped, lining up again.

"Because I've got an odd one for you, and I knew you'd be a pain in the ass over the phone."

I let the blade slip from my hands effortlessly, throwing it with power. It buried into the center of the target, making me smirk.

"Do you need a list of the shit I've done? Don't think it could get too weirder."

He pulled out a sticky note and handed it to me. As my eyes followed along I could feel the rage building inside of me.

"No fucking way." 

"She's of legal age." He said in a promising tone. 

"Don't need work to get my dick wet." I walked over and stuck it to his forehead, picking up a lighter.

His hand gripped my wrist, pulling me back towards him. "Mat, I can have your head blown off right fucking now if I wanted too." He paused for a minute, letting go of me.

"Now be a good boy and do what I tell you to do." He stuck the small piece of paper on the wall beside him, his eyes scanning over me.

"In the end, your old mans dead. I don't owe him shit once you start acting up."

He stepped back before turning around, walking out of my apartment and slamming the door behind him. 

I stood still for a moment, clenching my fists together, feeling the blood rush to my hands. I looked over at the bright yellow paper that stuck to the wall.

Faye Winters

The name drilled into my brain, fueling my rage even more. I ripped it off the wall, crumbling it up and throwing it on the bench.

no fucking way.