ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

He must have gone through something that he acts this way. A person who cares about his sister so dearly, must have gone through some awful situation. Sighing heavily I turned to my right to switch off the lights when my eyes registered the same letter.

The pain of those memories were so raw, that they left me to see a deeper shade of red everywhere.

And now I want you to feel my vision.Feel my pain.

And I want you to feel my colour.

My phone rang making me bolt from my place. My moms name flashing on the screen. Picking up in an antsy I answer the call quickly.

"Scarr Harry was beaten by someone. He's been hospitalised, come soon please. I need you."

Chapter 123