Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 5

I should be doing homework, but I'll just push priorities aside and invest in procrastination, just like always.

- A

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EDWARD

"I have it. Dan was a right wanker, sir." Edward told the man infront of him, who sat there was no trace of emotion plastered on his face. The duffle bag had been placed on top of the table, but remained untouched and unopened.

The silence was deafening, and there was loud ringing rather than the intimidating, malicious voice Edward came to despise. The blue eyed man only continued to stare at Edward with his dull, grey eyes, meanwhile Edward was trying his best to be as nonchalant as he could.

One wrong move, multiple bruises and cuts would be the punishment he'd receive. Thus, they remained still and unmoving.

"And why the fuck couldn't Dan handle it himself?" Were the words first spoken by the brooding man. Edward froze in his spot, whilst his heart jumped in his chest.

"He was unwell to do the job, sir." Edward lied through clenched teeth. His fingers curled up into a ball, forming a fist that was clenched behind his back. The fear he had felt was still prominent, yet anger and irritation were a lot stronger by the vulnerable emotion he previously felt. This man was feared by thousands of people, as he had the power to make you suffer with one single command.

But at the moment, Edward didn't care that this older male seated near him could break and snap his neck. As much as he wants himself to stay grounded, there were multiple voices in his head, convincing him that he could beat him to a pulp, just as easily.

"Unwell, you say? Was he that 'unwell' to steal my fucking money for booze and shit then?" The man stood up abruptly, and Edward felt himself flinch a little.

"Tell me, boy. How much do care for this pathetic imbecile? This sorry excuse of a man? Huh? You lie to me to protect such a distasteful, lying, son of bitch? What has he given you for your protection and loyalty, huh?" Edward gulped visibly, breathing heavily through his nose as he came closer.

The glare on the curly headed brunette hardened, and before Edward knew it, the man stood inches away from him. "Tell me the truth. Tell me now, and save yourself from the painful agony you're about to face." His legs trembled as he licked his dry, cracked lips. His eyes were closed tight, jaw clenching as the man's presence became too much to bear. "In the count of three. You tell me, or I count up until the end and you let all hell breaks loose?" Edward's heart was beating in a abnormally, fast pace while the man walked in circles, as if he was a predator and Edward was his powerless prey.

Suddenly, the clicks of heels meeting the floor stopped. Edward hadn't felt the need to move, because knowing him, his boss wouldn't let him go without a harsh beating or excruciating wounds that would sting and irritate his skin.

Edward was close to crying at this point. Though the tears were being held back, his body shook like a leaf, and he was as white as a ghost. He didn't was to peel his eyes open, to face the punches and slaps that were coming his way.

But Edward figured that he wasn't off the hook when the fist blow came. Followed by several, painful jabs at his ribs and stomach. There was a metallic taste in his mouth, and a sticky substance trailing down the side of his forehead. Each punch caused the pain to grow and grow, and Edward didn't even notice that he'd curled up into a ball, in the midst of sobbing as he took in all of the hits inflicted onto his already, frail, thin body.