I was in my black underwear and black bra with a black cover up on. It was open so my body was on clear view as I was on my balcony holding a glass of wine. My hair was thrown up into a messy bun and I was staring at the road.
Who knew that a baiter could become such a bitch because so asshole hurt her feelings? Thanks though Ashton, I appreciate it. I needed to become a better person. Sure my brother keeps saying that I killed innocents, but I will say that they are far from innocent. They had a past. I am just taking some of the threats away that isn't our alliances.
I heard a bang on my door, but I ignored it while staring over Los Angles with such distaste. People are just so cruel and evil.
"Octavia, you better open this fucking door!" I heard Aleena yell. "Go the fuck away!" I yelled coldly, venom lacing each word. "No! I'm done of this childish act of yours! You open this damn door or I will break it down!" She yelled.
"Go the fuck away before I put a bullet in your brain too! I don't care who the fuck you are, but I won't have mercy on anyone! Not even family!" I yelled back with more venom lacing each word. I threw the wine glass over the ledge at the sidewalk in such rage.
"Octavia, what happened to you?" I heard Aleena whimper at my front door. "Weak. A pathetic excuse of life right there." I muttered in distaste. I grabbed another wine glass and started to pour more wine in it when banging on my door happened.
"Aleena! I told you once to go the fuck away or I will put a bullet in your brain! Now your asking for it!" I yelled as I grabbed my gun and opened the door. I was surprised to see Ashton and my brother. Well, more of Ashton. My brother has been trying to get me out of my apartment for awhile. I curled my lip back while looking at Ashton in disgust. In hate. In hurt.
"I'll only tell you once Ashton. Go the fuck away. I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head next time I see your face anywhere I go." I growled out in a lethal tone. He winced at the way I said his name while Oliver cringed at every word I said. I slammed the door and locked it while walking back to the kitchen when the door busted down.
I let a dry, dark laugh escape my lips while turning around. Oliver was standing outside the door still, pinching the bridge of his nose while Ashton walked towards me. "This. This is the Octavia I know." He said.
"Maybe you aren't the same. Maybe you aren't mine." I mimicked in a high pitched voice. His eyes saddened when I said that. "Like you said. Maybe I ain't the same and clearly I ain't so please. Get the fuck out of my house. Your lucky I left my gun in the kitchen." I said.
"I ain't leaving. Oliver, I can handle this." He said, not taking his eyes away from me. I glared at him with disgust, hate and hurt. I can't help the hurt. I don't feel much now and when I do feel hurt, it turns into anger, my anger turning into the fire to kill without mercy.
