#ragesus

             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. 

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Was everyone out to pluck her nerves today? Perhaps it wasn’t a very good idea to go on a rant why she hated humanity and how everyone deserved to die, but for that she should have stopped drinking hours ago. So while she tried to come up with valid reasons as to why, ‘humanity is crap’, her brain got fried and she only got a headache in return. “Right now.. Right now it is! Why, can you think of something better?” She rubbed her eyes, suddenly getting sleepy. Ah, alcohol, what a lovely liquid. “Don’t disturb me, I’m.. trying to think of something.” She grabbed his wrist only to push it away, telling him to ‘fuck off’ right now or she’d get angry. Even with alcohol in her system, she barely changes anything.

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She had always been red. Red like the blood that rushed to her face at nothing, red like the blood on other’s knees after their skin had fought cement. Red as in anger, her anger that infuriated her veins ever so quickly and easily. And for some reason, the same red boiled in him just the same. It coursed through him, indignant and unashamed -- his heart was too weak around her, and he knew it. The disgust that skidded along the very edges of his bones was worse. He hated feeling this way, because he knew he’d get consumed in it all. It was a weakness he couldn’t afford, especially when there were so many hands desiring to be brought around his throat -- 

So he naturally closed up. It was easy to do so. The only thing he knew effective to something as ill as fucking palpitations. And it had been working -- all up till she appeared again. And it evidently turned him red inside, all over again.