He sighs. "Do you not realize what I do for a living? I kill people. I torture people. I will never be what you want me to be, Light"
**
Slade Hugo Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Slade is a friendless police officer, which is ironic be...
"Hopefully you get accepted kiddo. And that they ignore the fact you're a killer" Dallas shrugs.
Ethan shakes his head. "Bro did you not hear his convincing job?! He told them he 'changed' his way and that his skills will help with cases" he winks.
I smirk. "And with my sidekick" I look down and smile, petting Cowboys head.
He barks and I laugh.
**
I turn on my phone to see my lock screen...
Light and I...
(I SPENT LITERALLY AN HOUR MAKING EVERY SINGLE THING ON THIS SO YOU BETTER LOVE IT LOL)
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I take a sharp breath and sigh.
you psychotic killer!
That shit cut deep.
I wouldn't mind if it came from anyone else, but not from someone I care about.
"Hey love, dad wants to know if you wanna play football with him outside?" mom walks in, causing me to drop my phone.
"Ah shit" I pick it up.
"Sorry" she chuckles.
I stand up. "Uh no... not right now"
She looks at me in confusion. "But you never miss the opportunity to play football... is something wrong?" she asks.
I shake my head. "No"
She raises an eyebrow. "Yes there is. What's wrong? I hate seeing my son upset, even if he's not showing it"
"Feelings are hard" I say and look at her.
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