Hypocritical
Manipulations
Bip—!
"Hallo?"
I was silent, hearing that greeting. A few moments later Vioner seemed confused because I did not open my voice.
"R-rea?" Somehow he guessed but the woman managed to guess who contacted him.
That'sme. Rea.
Slowly, I opened my lips. It felt hoarse, probably because I didn't drink anything from yesterday and just cried in the corner of the room.
Haha, how sad I am.
"Why are you lying?"
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"NO WAIT! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
With a flat face, I kept away the cheap mobile phone I had just bought a while ago at the flea market. My ears hurt when I heard the woman screaming.
That's enough, I don't want to believe anyone's words anymore. They all kept lying to me who couldn't even remember a single shred of the past.
Is this karma? Because in those days I had done a bad thing and had to get a reply, right? Fuck'em. I don't give a shit.
I'm so sick of it!
"REA! I BET YOU MUST HAVE MET LIAM, RIGHT?! LISTEN OUT! WHATEVER HE SAYS, IT'S ALL A LIE—!"
Don't make me laugh. You and him are the same, you both lied to me.
"HE'S TRYING TO MANIPULATE YOU REA!"
Did ya?
"WHAT HE SAID, WHAT HE SHOWED, ALL OF THAT IS INVERSELY PROPORTIONAL TO REALITY—!"
Even as I began to think, that photo of the man who was grilled was he who somehow escaped death?
"Listen to me, he always used the same method. You think? If indeed it was only based on revenge—he would have let you off easily?"
Nah! If I were him, maybe I'd—
"...utilize anything that satisfies my desires."
The deg!
If he was expecting my destruction, then the easiest thing that could break me was; attacking people around me like—Fian?
No?
HE'S IN DANGER.
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"Hosh! Hosh!" I ran like crazy, missing even where the thing that was supposed to protect my legs from the friction of the asphalt. What time is this?
Judging from the situation, maybe around 6 am. Too quiet on the streets, I tried several times to hail a taxi but they always refused requests from women dressed like crazy.
The only thing I could think of was using these two legs to run towards the apartment where Fian was, although I knew it sounded impossible—the distance between his residence and my flat was so far away. But if it continues to be left, Fian will increasingly fall into the danger that Liam deliberately created.
Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit!
If you have a problem with me, please don't involve the people who are near me. They know nothing, and you just want to blindly quell your revenge.
Just this time it felt like I really hated someone; someone who almost made me fall in love. It sucks, really sucks.
I curse you Liam!
CURSE YOU!
The cit!
The strange car suddenly just stopped, intercepting my pitiful footsteps. With a messy face and angry eyes I turned my head, seeing the car glass down slowly.
"Need a ride?" say someone sitting behind the steering wheel. Her face was a little familiar but somehow I didn't know who she was.
"We've been in the same class a few times" he said quickly. Faint memories of this man appear. If it's not wrong he's a glasses guy named Ilya who always sits in front of my bench and Fian. Without a second thought I went straight in, sitting right next to the man while saying.
"Please take me to Fian's apartment, address—"
No need to take a long time, I've made it to the front of the building from the woman's apartment.
"Thank you," I said, Ilya nodded—lelaki directly gas from there. Luckily there are still good men willing to help a pathetic woman like myself.
Not wanting to procrastinate again, I went straight into lobby— looking for an elevator that would take me to the floor where Fian was.
Ignoring the uncomfortable gazes of some people who accidentally encountered me here. Sorry about the sight and fishy smell of this unpleasant fish.
The sound of the elevator rang out, it opened up presenting a long passageway leading to the door from Fian's apartment. I quickly got out of there— moved towards the door leaf and started banging.
"DWEN!" I shouted out loud, hoping that the woman was in there in good condition.
This hand has been brutally knocking on the door a few times, hopefully no one will report me to the security forces or I will actually be dragged out later.
Waiting for about 5 minutes, the tightly locked door leaf finally opened. My eyes sparkle— fun, get ready to call again the name of Fian but the sight of Liam without countermeasures even collapse everything.
My face turned pale, then this hand was raised—push and open wide door leaf. Entering someone's apartment without permission to ensure the condition of my best friend.
Where's Fian?
"WHERE IS HE?!"
I turned around, attacking Liam with all the things I could possibly reach. He heard the man's mouth snort, he looked annoyed.
Oh, I'm upset too.
WHERE'S MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND!
"What did you do to Fian! Where's she!" Like a madman, the thread of sanity breaks. Liam tried to avoid it until easily he was close enough and managed to grab the manes of my hair. Resist all the brutality I've done.
"You think? What are you doing, baby?!" hisses.
Restrained my movement then—
CRUST!
Break my hand?
"GERMANHH!"
Bugh!
I slumped down, the excruciating pain made me cry. With a cruel face, I looked at the figure of Liam— who stood towering.
His face while breaking hands was so cold, heartless. I growled between tears. A little bit of shock for the man.
Right, he's a psychopath.
I shouldn't be surprised if he can do that.
"It's not good to make a fuss in the place of a loved one, just because you're jealous..."
Huh! What's he saying?
Damnit.
"I'll kill you." I muttered.
"What?"
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU BASTARD!"
CRUST!
"GERMAN!"
It hurts!
He stomped my foot to death until another broken sound was heard. The outpouring of emotions I accidentally let out seemed to have managed to offend the man. Damnit. Not just hands but now feet. I won't be able to walk well later. You idiot! You idiot!
What are you doing Rea?!
With this, you're just getting yourself stuck in the grip of that psychopath.
Cret...
The sound of the door suddenly sounded. Waitie? Isn't that Fian?
This situation, I can use it. I'll show you that this guy really is a dangerous guy.
FIANS!
Lookatme!
Wait—
Why are you laughing?
DEGH!
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