Hypocritical
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"Has he gone?" the stupid question I deliberately asked to make sure that Liam's figure really lifted from this house. And I know it happened about half an hour ago.
In order to make sure all the unwanted situations and variables arise, I really made myself fuse with the attic. Vioner himself also like to know my way of mind— after the departure of Liam he did not immediately call and ask for my presence there but he instead moved like people in general in their homes. Acting so natural, if he said he was an actor maybe Vioner would be successful in starring in some famous film titles. Ha-has.
Joking.
"Hah~" long breath welcomed hearing, Vioner looked tired herself. The woman sat down, followed by me sitting across the street; on the long sofa. We were now in the living room, silent for a moment listening to each other's breathing.
Let's calm down, I thought. A lot has happened; from the moment I met this woman, a pile of photos of children in high school uniforms being mistreated, Liam's secret room, and the kids in high school uniforms, a collection of photos of myself that I don't even know when the photo was taken, hit, tied up and locked, and trying to escape from my lover who turned out to have another type of personality like a psychopath.
Haha, really funny. At least I'm still alive today, not that Liam has a temperament that really looks like a crazy psychopath in some thriller; it's just that it leads to figurative sentences. I myself do not know the right words to describe the figure of the man at this time. What he wants past about our past—it all becomes very, very abstract.
I don't know!
The key to the answer to all these problems is the woman in front of me, who knows well who I was as well as Liam in the past. In addition, Vioner includes victims—dia ever whose name is tied with a battered face. I even got creeped out when I first got the photo.
"I can't believe we got through this perfectly." she muttered, herself. It pulled my consciousness to notice itself.
Perhaps what Vioner meant was that he and I actually managed to trick Liam's figure without being discovered; barely—but this could be said to be perfect thanks to each other's mutual intuition. If we said we made a little mistake, we might fall into danger.
It's a bit overrated, but that's how it is.
"So, where do you want to hear from?" vioner asked suddenly, with a very serious face while waiting for an answer from the cleft of my lips. Without hesitation, I said—
"Everything you know."
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I looked at the clock in the middle of the room, ten minutes before departure. Mixed with many people; I tightened the hoodie so that it could cover half of my face. Thanks to Vioner, I was finally able to leave this place. Go far. He lent me money and clothes.
Thank ye.
Y'all know? The conversation between me and Vioner could be said to not end too well. Why that? Because all the stories he said again sounded a lie in my ear.
"It's up to you to believe it or not Rea but that's the truth." The woman's mouth was ringing in my head.
He's right, believe it or not that's my business.
Weak men are also oppressed, isn't that natural? Vioner shakes—your personality at that time is much different from the current.
You're just asking your boyfriend to stop bullying Liam, that's all.
A shocking fact I just found out. In fact, I'm with Liam is not a friend any more lovers in the past, we're just a stranger.
I can't believe the personality I had in the past really looked like shit.
Continue to the story about the figure of Liam, because the small help I gave him—so simple, Liam even openly showed me a request right in front of my lover. So Vioner said.
This further made Liam feel the massive bullying from Tian, my beloved name. And it got to my hearing senses at the time, I wasn't angry when I found out Liam was bullied—even I barely cared. It's just that I don't want Tian to get into trouble because we're still in high school, Vioner told me at one point I went to where Liam used to be bullied.
Just ask Tian to stop, if it is possible that what he did will be snorted by the teachers there.
Not funny, is it?
I who came to the figure of Tian ignored the terrible body of Liam lying on the ground, after that—Vioner only said that he heard news from mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth of what happened there at that time. Some say that I kissed hot with Tian or maybe did more than that and that was what triggered the change in attitude from Liam.
He was angry or maybe exploded, shock— sort of, I don't know that's the conclusion I can take when looking at Liam's current personality.
Slowly typical of kidnappings and missing persons being heard, it was between the scope of my friends and Tian. This explains the photos I got in Liam's apartment, all of them bullies, friends, and people I've been in close contact with.
Vioner is one of them.
He said that he had been on top of a pile of people that even Vioner didn't know if they were alive or dead. Vioner said, the figure of Liam—lelaki whom he trusted was a fool, turned into a terrible monster.
I don't know who was behind the man's back, it's just that all the actions he did were never smelled by the police nose.
Liam asks Vioner a lot of things, about all her likes and other trivial things about me. Funniest part, I didn't even know he committed the crime. Vioner said that at the last second when she really felt desperate—you (me?) come and unload all the evil from Liam, somehow.
Like a misfortune hero, I saved Tian and Vioner's friends from Liam's grasp. A few days later, shocking news emerged—Tian was found dead with the most terrible form.
Burned on a chair.
Really horrible. |
"After that you suddenly disappeared Rea, went somewhere; right on your graduation day."
BEDUM!
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