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“Get on the floor.”
“GET ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!.”
He keeps saying he's sorry, he hesitantly gets onto his hands and knees on the floor
Aspen keeps trying to interfere…
“I said shut the fuck up and wait your turn.”
“Sit.”
“Come o–”
“I SAID SIT!.” My voice bellows.
He purses his lips but nods and sits on his bed.
I tighten my grip on the whip and raise it.
I whip him as hard as I possibly can.
“I didn't say you could fuckin’ move.” I slam my shoe into the nape of his neck, forcing him to smack his face into the ground, he groans loudly.
He begs for forgiveness, but I can't fucking hear him.
He begs for God's forgiveness, but I'm not God.
“You ‘ave the fucking audac’i’e to beg for my forgiveness?.”
“Motherfucker, I'm going to kill you.” My voice is deep and fucking steady.
He inhales a shaking gasp.
The room is dark.
“Uh?... Elias?...” Ezra sounds a little tense.
I grab his hand, and grip it tightly.
“Where the fuck are we?.”
“‘oo’s he?.”
“Ryan…” He sighs.
I stare at him. He's trying everything in his power to avoid me.
I hope he knows full well what I've just done to his friends.
“Um- why are you holding a wh-...”
“Stop staring!” He smacks my arm.
I exhale.
“Where are we?.”
“I told you to leave the whip… they don't take too kindly to being threatened.”
I see Ryan straighten up.
“You think I give a shit?.”
He sighs, “Don't say anything. You hear?.”
“I said don't say anything.”
“I fucking heard you.” I grumble.
Aspen thrusts open the door, “Stay there. Ryan.” He says. Ryan quickly follows behind.
“Put it down.” Ezra grumbles.
“It's not mine.”
“Put. It. Down.” He demands.
I throw it at the door which they left through forcefully. It makes a loud metal clanking sound.
“Jesus…” He mutters.
“Why d’you hang up on me?!.”
“Don't you ever hang up on me again!”
“I hung up on you because you're fucking paranoid!”
“Oh shut up!, I'm fucking worried about you, for god's sake! I'm allowed to be worried about my little s– my fucking brother!.”
“What were you about to call me?!.”
“Ezra.”
“Ezra. Don't be fucking annoying. You know full fucking well–”
“I'M A GROWN MAN! I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING PROTECTION. I'M NOT A HELPLESS LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE.”
“LISTEN TO ME!.” My voice echoes.
“Well–”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” We both say in unison.
Whoever that is, can fucking wait.
“NO!”
“IM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF BEING IN YOUR DAMN SHADOW.”
“YOU WERE NEVER IN MY FUCKING SHADOW, YOU ATTENTION SEEKING B-...”
“BITCH!”
“CALL ME A FUCKING BITCH AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.” He grabs my hair and yanks my head back and forth.
“EZ–”
“I FUCKIN’ ‘ATE YOU. YOU PIECE A’ SHIT!” You can tell when Ezra’s genuinely angry when his accent comes on thick.
“FUCK YOU, GET OFF MY FUCKIN’ HAIR!.”
“OH I’LL SHIT IN YOUR FUCKING HAIR!”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!” I grab his wrists and yank them off me, his grip tightens and it only tugs on my hair.
I groan, “BITCH! GET OFF ME.” I try kicking him.
“I’LL KILL YOU.”
“DIE! GET OFF YOU FUCKING TWAT!” I yank his head back by his hair.
“FUCK!” He bellows.
I jam my foot into his stomach and he stumbles over, I swear I hear a few strands rip.
“YOU FILTHY BASTARD!” I massage my scalp…
“FUCK OFF!” He starts kicking his legs at me.
“You look like a pussy.”
“KILL YOURSELF.” He stops kicking.
We stay like that for a moment, breathing.
“Sorry, man.” I hold my hand out for him.
He huffs, “Yeah.”
“My bad…” He takes my hand and stands.
“Um…” Aspen and Ryan stand in the doorway.
I subtly shove Ezra and he falls again.
I slap a handful on my lips and look away.
“BITCH!” That came from the gut.
Ryan exhales and rushes to him, he helps him up.
I tut and walk to pick up the whip.
“What're we doing here?.” I say, standing up straight.
“I thought you might want revenge.”
He looks serious, “What?.”
“Those guys that killed your friend… are apart of my gang-”
I clench my jaw, “You do realise I'm holding a whip.”
“I- had no part in it.”
“I promise I had no say in any of this.”
“They did that all on their own.”
“Who the fuck are you?.”
“Are you actually a gang leader?. I was just fucking joking! What the fuck?!.”
“E–” I shout for my brother but Aspen covers my lips.
“I don't lead gangs anymore. My name is Aspen, I'm a former. Former gang leader.”
“Don't.”
I slept with a fucking murderer.
I slept with a fucking murderer.
I slept with a fucking murderer.
“Get your dirty fucking disgusting hands off me.” I'm disgusted.
The door flings open.
I've got some fucking rage to spill.