Murder; for the drabble thing.
murder: i’ll write my character killing yours.
“listen.., you really should not be here right now.”
that was what he said with his hands trying to gather up all the pills that were spread out on the wooden floor of his apartment. drugs. illegal drugs that could send a person into prison without a doubt. hason knew the risks of his job, but like his father taught him
never let a living soul get in the way.
but it was too late. there she was with a phone in her hand, her mouth wide open as the reality kicked in. hundreds of boxes filled with the most unusual drugs out there - the ones his father’s company sold behind the public’s back each and every day. the amount of money they got out of it was unbelievable and even though he wasn’t working for that reason, he knew he would have to protect all the hard work his family had put into the business. she could not call the police, it would be the end of them both.
“i know you don’t like me, you never did and i owe you an apology–”, the male started speaking again after a painfully long silence, letting the pills fall out of his hands back to the box where they belonged to. he was trying to act calm, move slowly and not make her do anything stupid. it was a simple phone call away, the disaster. he needed to make her stop. no matter what happened, the police could not find out. “–and you think getting your revenge on me this way will send me into the hell on earth && i would suffer forever. but this, everything you see right now, is not just about me”, he spoke out softly, his face displaying a blank expression. the dark colored eyes of his were looking around, trying to spot something he could grab onto and use - when the timing was right.
