The Fun In Being Bad

Chapter 6 : His Reaction When The Cops Come!

It's your life. Don't let anyone make you feel guilty for living it your way.

~Isis Silvestri

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It's a mess. My movie room is a mess.

Empty food packets and drinks were strewn everywhere across the floor.

Archer was sleeping at the foot of the couch and Cass was sprawled on the couch in an uncomfortable position with her legs in my lap.

I rub my eyes from the short nap I took. It's probably past midnight now.

I move her legs from my lap and stand up fixing my shirt.

I could tell they will have body cramps from sleeping in that position. And I should be a good friend and wake them up.

...or I can just leave them here and have my revenge for waking me up in the morning.

Revenge it is then.

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My room was dark but the moon light was pouring out of my open window.

It looks beautiful.

Sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe at some point of my life the darkness will go away. But I know it's going to leave a mark forever.

I close my eyes and envision going down a long road in my motorcycle and the cold air whipping past my face.

The clock read 2:01 am, I don't think I would be able to sleep anytime soon.

I put on a leather jacket over my tank top and change into some black leggings. Time for a ride.

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It's refreshing, just as I imagined it to be.

You can call me a fool for driving a motorcycle in an empty road at 2'o clock at night with high chances of getting kidnapped, raped or murdered. But I believe if it's meant to be it will be.

If I am to be murdered this night at this empty road then so be it. I don't care and never will. I don't have anyone to go home to.

I pass by his house.
The lights were out. They were sleeping like any normal family would.

It looks like a normal house, like a happy home with happy people and happy memories. Lots and lots of happy memories.

I remember when he told me how much he hated his plain old boring home and would love to live in a mansion one day.
I wish he could see me right now. Standing outside his plain house and desperately trying to get away from my mansion.

Memories try to resurface. Memories which I had buried deep inside.

But you know what I do when they forcefully try to resurface?

I knock them out with a hammer, bury them with more sand and put a tombstone over it. Yep all done!

Time for it's funeral.

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'Don't freaking try to touch me!!!' I snarl at the over clingy Archer. Heavens! How his numerous girlfriends managed to be with him is still a mystery to me.

'Aww don't be grumpy. In fact we should be mad at you for leaving us asleep mercilessly on the floor! You slept peacefully!' Archer rubs his neck. Just the thought of him having a sore neck makes me feel better.

'I couldn't sleep idiot at least you all got to sleep' I roll my eyes and remove archers hand from my shoulder again.

I have a thing against touching. Especially during morning.