My Twisted Mafia

Are you gonna cry....?

<<are you really reading this alone..?>>

He laughed...
on my face,
he even turned and laughed more..

But I knew better..that was not a sincere laugh..
It was tormenting,and mocking me
When he was done,he looked at me and sighed

"I never knew you were funny"he said in a serious note

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out

"Sorry???"he mocked

"Left my work for you..is sorry bringing back my time?"

"Oh..his work"

"Tell me isqaar"he almost shouted that I flinched..

"I was just trying to help"I chocked

"How so..?"

Was he really confused at this..?I thought he wanted freedom

"I was a burden.."I said quietly
He chuckled mockingly

"you ..don't even..have..a ..right..to ..disappear"

He emphasized each and every word..with so much venom,authority and..hate? I couldn't fathom
I felt a tear drop that I didn't know I was holding..

"why...why do you hate me so much..?"

I asked weakly..my voice kept cracking

His eyes flashed with an emotion..then his face soften..

Hmm I guess I'm seeing stuff

"You should head home...and I mean it..I have work"

he said as he turned his heel and left me here..

alone..

as usual
I watched his figure leaving..
disappearing into one of the corners that's when my vision blurred..
and I felt my cheeks wet..I also turned and headed home..
home..it seems so wrong to call it that way..

My journey back was not as eventful as the one before,maybe because I was engrossed in thoughts..
he didn't answer,
but then he didn't have to answer,
because I knew..
i knew how he despises me..
I knew

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He pocketed his hands in his pants pockets..
he sighed softly he didn't know he was holding that..
he closed his eyes to compose himself the proceeds walking

"Why...why ..do you hate me so much?"

He rolled his eyes...

I left everything for her..and she thanks me by ruining the little peace left in me

He recalled how he felt today earlier..when he got a call from one of the gangs spy that his sister was in the eastern market..

Flashback.

He swung his chair countless times..
tapping the mahogany desk by his long beautiful fingers..
waiting for one phone call..
it was almost two pm ..
that's why he almost was worried,they were going to do this an hour ago,what was taking them so long..?

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone vibrating on the table..

"finally"he muttered

Then picked it up.."tell me you did it"

He said trying to master a calm tone

"Sir..