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KILLAN I'd always loved punching. The idea of zeroing my mind on a dummy was a relaxation scheme. My relaxation scheme. My father had always said “the most important thing in our world is power, without it you'll be a pawn.” And this was the reason for my obsession. He drilled it into me like a daily mantra, sealed off every other thing—emotions, love, a sense of duty—and all that was left was a deep infatuation for power. I'd always loved control. But Ethan turned on my emotions like a switch. He turned them on and turned them off, showing me that the goddamned power and control that was driving me nuts? I didn't own them. Not when it came to my heart. It was why I couldn't stop punching this dummy. As I punched it, I was supposed to feel relaxed, to forget Ethan, to forget he existed in my world; but I only felt rage, anger, a deep infatuation to be punching an actual person instead. He'd told me to ‘stay the fuck away’ Ethan looked me in the eye and fucking

ETHAN ~I’d told him I didn't need his help, but I'd cut my chest open just to feel his warmth against my skin~“Killan hasn't been home for a few days and it sucks.” I bit into the hamburger I got from the kitchen. Seated across my lanky friend, Liam, I watched as his lips curled into a creepy smile. “You miss him, don't you?” Badly. My body craved his warmth, his lips, his touch, but he wasn't ready to open up to me. Taking another large bite of the hamburger, I slumped into my seat, letting out a soft moan. “I don't.” I denied, “my home is just…..” “Empty.” Liam cut in, crossing his arm over his ‘Fuck off, losers’ T-shirt. “Your house has always been empty, Ethan.” He said as a matter of fact, “I think it's high time you forget about him. He doesn't need you anymore.” He doesn't need me anymore? A sharp pain in my throat made it hard for me to breathe. Liam leaned closer, his ginger hair scattered all over his forehead, the root a bit darker. “He's the school's king now, the

KILLANI still saw my blood—soaked in a white tee, dripping from a large wound over my forehead, trailing down my brows until I was a bloody mess. The loud screech of the tires still rang in my ears day and night. It was a repeat of the never ending pain that sucked all air from my lungs, made me helpless, weak. That goddamned accident that changed everything. That goddamned accident that made me meet him—Ethan. Only two things mattered in my life. Control and power. With these two things, I could control the world, bend everyone to my will, make them bow to their knees at the sound of my voice. But it was different with him. He was slowly slipping into my cracks, invading my thoughts like he owned everything in there. He was making me lose one thing I valued more than my whole life—control. What I felt for him, I couldn't explain. It wasn't just attraction, it was a burn in my whole being, a sick obsession to claim him each time I set my eyes on him. Pin him against the wall, p

ETHAN ~once again, the truth and the lie, I didn't know what to believe~ Kneeling before Killan, I carefully dabbed the ointment on his bruised cheeks. There was a slight twitch in his jaw, but he didn't flinch, no visible reaction of pain. He'd ignored my question earlier, but I wasn't one to back down on a single try. Tilting his jaw with my fingers, I dabbed the ointment on the small bruise, applying a little more pressure to see him wince. He didn't. “Who did this to you?” I asked softly. Killan avoided eye contact. Instead, he kept staring at my fingers working against his face. “Just got into a little trouble.” He replied calmly, his back stiff. “It's nothing serious.” It was just a hunch, but I could tell he was lying. He did it so effortlessly these days. Staring down at the scratch running from his neck to his collarbone, I swallowed hard. I leaned forward, still on my knees, and traced his smooth skin with the ointment. This time, Killan's body tensed. His s

ETHAN ~He was the first person that made me feel alive. Shouldn't that be a problem?~Marinette looked as pale as a ghost with her red lips parted in horror. Her brown eyes were wide with shock, tears streaming down her cheeks as her soft sobs filled the space. Slowly, she took a few steps backwards before running out of the restroom. I'd expected Killian to go after her, to at least prove they had a thing together, but he dragged me out of the restroom instead, his touch burning my skin. Upon getting back to the party, the loud bass pulsing through my veins made me wince. Killan's grip was still on my wrist, tightening with every second that passed by. “Where are we going?” I asked, coming to a halt. Killan turned to stare at me, a cold glint in his eyes. “Home.” “Aren't you going to settle things with her?” “If this is about Marinette, there's nothing between us.” He said calmly, glancing at his wristwatch like he was running out of time. “I don't think you have to explain to

ETHAN~He liked black, maybe he was the devil who came to drag me back to hell~Ever since the incident at the restroom, Killan and I became…distant. We didn't talk during breakfast, didn't talk during dinner, not even at the school's cafeteria. And I hate to admit, but I missed him. A lot. The weekend would have been great with Killan around, but he'd left the apartment since noon. He kissed me. I should be angry, not him. Left with nothing to do, I kept stuffing my stomach with food and coffee. I mean, I literally found interest in nothing. Liam came by a few hours later and yelled at me like my mother for stuffing my stomach with food when there were other great things to do. Great things like fucking women. Dancing with women. Watching women glide against each other. He pushed me into a bar filled with tons of people rocking each other. “Do something wild for the first time in your life.” He whispered against my ears, grabbing a drink from one of the waiters. The loud bass pu