Her Home

The light in the room was turned on when she left, there was nothing but a big bed at the side of the room. A glass table, the wardrobe, and that was all. The room felt empty the entire house and his heart was empty as well.

He was the man he was, Wesley Enzo.

He was standing by the mirror with his phone in his hand.

He didn’t want her to see his sacred body covered in scars, he looks disgusted in it. He won’t know what to say when she asked him about the scars. They were both after one thing.

Revenge.

He took the robe from the bed and covered himself.

There was someone he’s to call, she must’ve been there already.

“It’s time.”

He took the cigarette and lit them. Taking the bottle of vodka, pouring them into the glass. He walked to the bed with the phone in his ears.

“...what, I wasn’t expecting a call from you. Besides, you didn’t come to the party. I didn’t even want to see your face.”

“You’re a psycho.” He sips from the glass and leaned on the bed, with his back on the headr