My eyes flutter open as my hands are trembling miserably eager to hold a gun and shoot anyone who will dare come near me. My chest was calmer yet inclement.
I lifted my upper body to sit and leaned on the headboard blankly. I reached out on the bedside table searching for my knives.
They'll come to bother me. There's no other option but to make them shut.
I sharpened my knives waiting for someone lucky to welcome my feisty sharps.
What takes them long? aren't they coming to punish me? Slice my skin?
Hours had passed quickly and it's getting dust outside and I'm slowly losing my patience, I even got tired smoking the 3 boxes of cigar.
Where the fuck are t-
A knock on the door stole every ounce of my worry and I instantly went composed and ardent to plant my knives.
I didn't open it since I know they come inside to attack me, I don't understand why they have to knock.
Expectedly, the door burst open and a bunch of people gathered on my doorstep holding balloons and stuff.
They appeared silhouettes in my sight since my room had no lights to give bright in my room.
They didn't make noises as if observing the room as well.
When they started to get inside my knives went flying in their direction, groans and screams resonated in my room.
"What the hell!? Has someone invaded the premises?!" I heard one of them grunted
"Ms. Khalil are you-" I sliced her throat behind her before she could even utter her insult or provocations to me.
"I'm sick of all of you" i muttered and started swinging my knife swiftly and barely able to seen in the dark.
"You motherf*cker!" I heard a guy muttering pointing his gun in my head but I instantly dug my knife on his wrist and stole his gun shooting all of them in their head till no more bullets left to fire.
Some managed to escape and I was left alone with the unmoving bodies on my floor.
I won.
I sat on my couch as I lit my cigar once more and cleaned my bloody hands and face.
"Conrad" I heard someone calling and I turned as my hand swiftly pointed the gun behind me to my reflexes but my forehead met a threatening cold metal.
"Are you going to punish me? Look, I won didn't I? This is what you wanted isn't it? It" I muttered as my eyes widened.
"I won, no one's dares to mock me at all, aren't you happy or proud of me Larrison?" I muttered softly.
He didn't say a word but he slowly put the gown down.
"Why did they make fun of you?" He asked his voice too low
"Because they think I'm weak, helpless so they always come and insult me and throw names at me like I'm one of your desperate hoes, but I'm no more weakling in your eyes, am i?" I asked caressing his face
"Please stop sending me those people to punish me Larry, I can protect myself now, look around, i did a good job right? Please tell me that I've done a good job" I urged as a single tear left my eyes and my chest grew heavier.
He wiped my tears and stared at me for so long.
"Khalil, what did they do to you?" He hissed
I eyed him confusedly.
"What? But- did I not do a great job? Im sorry some escaped, I'll fucking find them and make them pay, i pr-"
"Khalil im Jarred! Fucking recognized me or I'll fucking kill you now!" He boomed causing a striking chill in my spine and a seconds of trembling crawl in my legs.
"You didn't did a fucking great stupid job because they aren't going to fucking punished you! And im not fucking hideous Larry! There's no fucking way I'd be like him! Where'd you get that audacity to address me with that filthy name?!" He yelled in my face furiously, snapping me back to reality.
"Jarred" I breathed, losing my track for air.
"The one and fucking only! Look! what the fuck you've done?! You call it a fucking good job?! Do you want to know what a good job is?! If you've been murdered that asshole since then! What's the fucking name? Larrison?! The asshole who you messed with?!" Jarred bursted out. He's seriously and dangerously angry at the moment that I didn't know what to think of first, whether these people I killed lifeless on the floor, my sanity or my life which seemed endangered by this fiery male beast.
I didn't know what to do. My mind is grueling painfully that I dropped the gun I'm gripping and took a long drag in my smoke.
I need to calm down. What happened?
"Put the fucking cigar off" he gritted warningly
"Jarred, i don't know what to do, i need to calm down" i mumbled and again inhaled in my cigar when suddenly a sharp movement swatted my hands painfully resulting my cigar went flying.
"You have time to feel calm? When these bodies lie lifeless in front of y-"
"I didn't meant to hurt them, i swear, it's okay if you don't believe me but i don't know what i'm doing,please let me calm down, i don't know what to do" i sobbed silently
He didn't respond. For a second, then he abruptly erupted into a fit of sinister laughter.
I turned to him bewildered.
"That might've been the most intense act I've ever done in my entire life, I'm almost carried away sweetie!" He laughed as he pat my shoulder
"Act?" I muttered still dazed
"Do you really believe their life means something to me? Oh hell no! Perhaps it's a huge thanks to you, this piece of shits didn't even put up a nice fight or protect themselves, you did an excellent job honey" he stated leaning his head over mine.
"Happy birthday dearest Khalil" he sneered as he pulled me out of my room harshly.
He dragged me into another room and shoved me inside the bathroom.
"Clean yourself" he coldly ordered his face showed no emotions yet it depicts danger.
He's too calm . It looks taunting anyone to touch him and they'll go dead meat.
I washed up without any complaint even though he was just right there standing as he frowned in my direction, he clenched his jaw and I hurriedly washed up. He's not directly looking at me, perhaps his spacing out.
I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom as he followed behind. I suddenly realized that this room isn't mine and I don't have any clothes in here.
"I have shirt right in there, go wear it" he commanded
I instantly obeyed and just grabbed anything my hand had grasped first. I didn't mind my nakedness as he seemed didn't mind me either, so I just swiftly wore it without anything under it.
"Sit on the bed" he ordered and I obeyed. There's no way I'm making anything to trigger him.
"Now tell me everything happened" he stated and sat on the couch facing me with utter full attention.