PAYBACK

ELIAS

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After I had calm down and reminded myself of a reason to hate that British asshole, I returned back into the room, only to meet him still sitting down on the floor like a broken mess, and yes I don't feel any shitty remorse, rather it made me scoff out.

"If you keep sitting on the cold floor, you would freeze and be dead before sunrise"

I tell him coldly, but still in the most genuine way I could cause it was the truth, but all that asshole did was glare at me with his swollen eyes that was as a result of his shitty tears...that was because of me, and looked away

"If I die, it's none of your fucking business!"

It was toxic, and he literally replied that way to me as he shifted his gaze away to the side, but I don't care, yes I don't care about his shitty damn drama, or if he listens to me, cause it was his pathetic funeral, and to think again, if he dies, he would finally be out of my life for good, and maybe finally make me get arrested at last, so I looked back at him with a little grin on my face, even though he wasn't looking at me

"Fine!"

I shrugged and told him heartlessly, but before I could go to my bed, his words stops me

"And since you had explained yourself to me, I would do the same to"

It was no lie his words were shocking to me cause the red hair was always such a pathetic baby, but he said it either way, and his words echoed in the air, but even though it did, I don't turn back around to look at his face, rather I placed my hands in my pockets and listened to the fucking show he was trying to act

"You don't need to look at me"

As if he literally peeked a bit into my head, he voiced out, but I realized he was trying so hard to fucking act tough when his weak voice betrayed him, but that blabber mouth didn't stop talking still

"All I want you to know is that this side that am in, and where my bed is, is my side of the room, don't cross it, and I would not do to yours as well. I would also write it in a board tomorrow in case your precious head forgets"

He literally did it!, he fucking insulted me, and said those cramp to me all at once, and even though it literally suppose to make me glad that he finally got it into his head that I was his enemy and was trying to create distance with me, in the end it was the exact opposite, cause regardless of that fact, he was the one, the one who had the gut to speak back to me, insult me even, and still wanted to stay here, in this hellhole mistake of a room...God!, he was the fucking first one who was tolerating me so far, and damnit, I hated it, I hated it so fucking much, every single shit of it!

LUCAS

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"All I want you to know is that this side am in, and where my bed is, is my side of the room, don't ever cross it and I would never cross yours as well, but in case your precious head forget, I have a board, and would write it tomorrow on it"

I literally said it, and didn't damn care, cause why should I?, Never!

I told him all I wanted to say, and went to my bed, immediately I got up from the floor, cause I didn't wanted to have any fucking business with a toxic guy like him anymore, a guy who only cared about his own shitty cramp, hell no!, so like you might have thought, the reason I divided the room was for my own peace of mind, cause I feel if I become a nobody and keep my distance away from the devil, maybe I wouldn't be scared anymore, and maybe I would just survive living here...or so I fucking thought!

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Days passed, and I literally thought I would survive, but seeing his dull menacing eyes, and his face everyday makes my spine shiver with the thought that the one day the fucking devil might enter inside him, and make him kill me as well, but I don't freaking want to be his scapegoat and die as well, so for the hundredth and one time, I went back to the housemaster to complain...no, to beg him to please give me another room, cause all I wanted was peace of mind, but in the fucking shitty end, am turned down once again

"I swear to God, if he kills me, I would blame you!"

I inwardly screamed and cursed the old man, before stomping back into the room, or should I say the hellhole to let all my anger out

"Fuck it!"

I yelled out angrily, cause men, I was literally losing it, but do you shitty know what the worst part was? I would tell you...

When I returned back to the shitty room, I saw my project, my project on the floor, my precious freaking project was burnt up by him, the mad devil, and when I think to myself, I realized that the devil had did that, because I had unintentionally crossed the line a few days ago to take my pen that had rolled to his side, but the devil was merciless!

Realizing just how cruel and heartless he could be, and just how merciless that he couldn't spare my project that I had worked my ass off, I decided to be thoughtless as well, and crossed his line, yes, this time I fucking did it intentionally, but I did worst...I did so much worst, I scattered all his stuff as payback(Thank God, he wasn't in the room), so it gave me all the confident in the world to trash his place up to ease my anger, but in the process and when am halfway done crashing his side, my clumsy leg missed a footstep, and I fell down next to the dustbin that I had knocked over with my foot, but immediately my eyes diverted to the bin, what I find there is capable of killing a weak feeble creature like me

"What the..."