000_ before we meet

Hanna"

Today is Sunday. My eyes are puffy and swollen. All night, I've been crying nonstop. After some scumbag intruded into my life, I was enraged. I don't care if he's attractive or not.

For Pete's sake, he said he'd take me home. Do I have a slutish appearance? She slapped him as a result of this. I return to the bar. However, after assuring Tyron was no longer there anymore. After a minute, I exited.

I take a long breath in and out... I need to divert my attention away from the pain I'm feeling inside today.

As a result, I decided to annoy my brother.

I smiled when I saw him sitting in the middle of his bed, clutching a few ture frames. My brows waggle. Hmm, who is the lucky girl in the photograph that he is putting effort into framing? She must be important because my player brother has never done something like that before. It sparked my curiosity. In reality, I never heard from her in the last two months that she had a new girlfriend. He spends the majority of his time in his room.

I lean in closer and take a step closer to him. When I was barely a few millimeters behind him, I startled him. One yells, "Wah!" Another yells, "Fuck!"

"Han! " exclaims the speaker.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, 

"Hahaha, you're so serious, brother. I just want to say don't take anything seriously, and don't worry, she'll love you even if you're a jerk... Hahaha"

He smacked his fist into my skull instead of laughing. "Aw! You're a scumbag! I just want you to smile for Pete's sake, Henry.

I grin as he rubs his face with his two hands. It suggests that he is in the wrong.

"Sorry for the inconvenience. I just can't accept the possibility that Ava's lack of communication was due to her being a player."

"What! Is there a chance I misheard you? brother, a girl named Ava, just left you without saying goodbye or anything!

My brother gave a nod and a smile. I was extremely surprised. What I'm hearing is unbelievable! "This is unbelievable," I sarcastically observed. " He looked at me with a grin on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I'm not sure what I'm hearing. Do you happen to be my sister? " Why do I get the impression that you're delighted that I'm doomed?"

"peace... hehehe But, brother, take it seriously." Is it true that she just walked away without saying anything?"

"How many times do I need to repeat?" My brother's face has turned blood red, indicating that I've seriously irritated him.

"Can we joyride with Henry?" I asked for the conversation to be cut short because I could tell he was getting agitated.

"I don't have the stamina for it." Make a call to your best friend."

I pouted, then stomped my foot and rushed out of his room. Maybe I'll call Brian, my best friend. I'm hoping his new girlfriend isn't keeping him too busy. But I recall him saying that he didn't want to drive anymore for unknown reasons.

*****

Vincent,

I've been enraged since seeing her photo three days ago, and now I'm prepared to pay money for this nonsense? In my office room, my sister and Trish, my current girlfriend, and I are sitting pleasantly.

tsk tsk tsk With the portrayal of my adversary by this fucking sister. I consider him a foe. Since he screwed up with my sister, he's been causing me trouble.

I believe I have a fair knowledge of her now that I have her information at my fingers. I don't believe I will fail.

Dad is fortunate in that he has a vast team of excellent detectives.

"So this is his sister..." I inquire.

In a game, Hanna Stewart is a cool name to use... All of this rage and exhilaration makes me feel like hell on the inside.

She has long brown wavy hair that runs from her almond-shaped face to her wonderful emerald eyes, down to her flawless not-so-pointed nose, and finally to her red lips. It's as soft as a marshmallow, I'm sure.

In my head, I laughed like an idiot. But isn't she someone you've met before? When was the last time I saw this girl?

As if there was no tomorrow, I took another look at it. Why does my heart miss a beat and I get a sharp pain in my chest?

I kept shaking my head until I realized what I was doing. Right now, I shouldn't be pulled to her! There aren't a million different options. Isn't it true that I have the opportunity to play with her? Regardless, I disregard the surprising sensation, as if it never existed. My memories have been wiped clean.

I inquired, "Is this her sister?"

I asked, my jaws clenched, before looking at my sister, who was now seated in the wheelchair. She's not the same as I was before; she's unique. I'm referring to Colene, my sister, with whom I used to hang around. I couldn't imagine her as the vivacious young lady she used to be. You can tell she's broken like shattered glass just by looking at her.

As I looked at her, I could see how terrible this was for her. As she sobbed again, her eyes were swollen. That was, after all, her hobby. I clench my teeth and feel compelled to assault the man who is to blame for all she's going through right now, but I stop myself and try to relax. I need to be able to think clearly and stick to my plan. Making them feel your pain is the most effective kind of retribution.

"Please, Vincent, this isn't something Hanna is aware of… Leave her  alone.. She's never heard of me before." My sister is pleading with me, but I'm annoyed with her. "You didn't get it, didn't you Colene?" he sarcastically asked.

Like a lost pet, she came to a complete stop. I immediately feel bad about what I did, but she must understand what I'm trying to express. So I told her about it...

"Her obnoxious brother completely ruined you. That's how you got to where you are now. His brother had no reason to be concerned because that girl was visibly happy, smiling, and standing, walking, eating, and shopping cheerfully."

I'm talking about the female in the picture.

"While you..."

In a sleepy and low tone, I said it. When I looked at her, I was apprehensive. "Have you noticed yourself?" So, why isn't she involved? Of course, she's involved, just like I was with you. Is that accurate? Or maybe you just didn't get it.

"I said sarcastically," I said.

"Every ache and tear you shed were visible to me every day and night. You have no concept how much it costs me to be in pain... Babe, I'm your brother. Remember how much I adore you and how vital you are to me at all times."

I give a little smile to my sister.

"Stop thinking, leave it to me, babe." She nods slowly, even though I know she's still against me. She's already surrendering.

Please wait for me, Henry Stewart... your dead man...

I swear to my mother's grave that I will make him sad as well and that he will regret his birth.

"So what's your plan?" says the girl beside me..

I grin and shift my attention to the woman on my right.

Her body is that of a model, and she wears a red short skirt with her blonde hair. She's attractive, but not attractive enough for me to fall in love with her. tsk... I've been preparing for this since the first time I saw my sister in the hospital bed.

My blood starts to boil again. It was still fresh in my thoughts when I answered the phone that day.

My sister dialed my telephone number. I answered quickly. Because she was crying, I tried to comfort her.

But I had no idea she was driving, and by the time I recognized it, it was too late. I heard a huge explosion, and the next thing I know, I'm on the phone with a nurse, who is telling me where to go. The fact that I'm hundreds of miles away from her is the most challenging component.

Because I was trembling like a maniac. Every time I think about it, I clench my hand. Before progressively cooling down, I counted from one to ten.

After that, despite my best efforts, I responded calmly to Trish. I knew I was about to blow up deep down.

"Trish, it's quite simple. I make her fall madly in love with me. Then shatter her and throw her away. So, how's it going?"

She smiles at me like the bitch she is, like she always does. "I like it, baby." says the narrator. She leaned up close and kissed me hard.

"Just remember," she says, "that I'm your real girlfriend," I smirk...I murmur for the time being.

I got out of my chair and pushed her wheelchair.

Before I explode in wrath, I tell my sister.

"You need to rest now, babe."

"However, hey! Vince, I'm still talking to you."

The harlot cringes when she hears my name.

I didn't return my gaze to "Go home, harlot," and instead inquired,

"what? I'm Not Charlotte, but Trish!" She made childish stamping motions with her feet, which was inappropriate for her age. Seriously, with that skirt, it's a no-no. "deaf. Instead of saying what was on my mind, which would have been considerably more dreadful and embarrassing, I said, "tsk... I said go home now, Trish,"

"It's late."

"You're not going to drive me home?"

"Seriously, Trish," she sighs, "ok, OK, I'll go home myself."

My sister cracks a small grin.

"Please don't make fun of her brother. I understand you don't care about her, but you're not Henry." I pushed her wheelchair forward again, gently. I responded to it myself rather than saying it aloud. Sorry, sister, but we have a lot of things in common. We're not dissimilar in any way. I'm beginning to believe it's all because of me.

Because, come to think of it, when playing with them, I broke a lot of girls. Even though I made it clear from the beginning what my genuine purpose was. I was honest in my assessment of what I could only offer.

Regardless, I make the most of the situation. So, karma is a scumbag. Instead of coming to me, they go to my loved ones. My sister is receiving karma, and I loathe myself for it.