The Cruel Young Master

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Tonight feels so long. The weird stuff is too complicated. It all started with the casino. But everything has happened. There's nothing to regret. Now it's time to go home and rest in peace.

"What about her?" The young master recalled that he left Alisya alone for an entire day.

"Has he eaten?" The young master exhaled a rough breath when he knew his phone did not exist. He believes Charlotte took it or even destroyed it.

On the way he met a group of cars that highlighted him and several motorcycles that followed from behind. The young master only looked at him while enjoying the cigarette in his hand.

He knows them. Who else if not the mafioso. Louis and Billy get out of the car to approach the young master. They looked at the young master from top to bottom. Disheveled appearance and smoking casually.

Michele in the car takes advantage of the situation by escaping stealthily. The distance of his house is close. It would be fast until if he ran a little.

Billy and Louis sighed at the same time. They are relieved that his best friend has returned with his life intact. Louis clenched his hands and hit the young master's chest as a form of his annoyance.

"Ck," the young master touched his left chest which was hit by Louis's punch. Blood again seeps. It seems like that day was the unlucky day. One wound that gets a lot of touches overnight.

"Luc, what's going on?" Louis turned his back when there was blood on his hand.

"You hit him motherfucker!" The young master remained calm when his condition bled like that. Even continue to smoke without caring about the wound infection or not.

"Sorry, I don't know." Louis was moved to touch the young master's hand but was brushed off easily.

"Leave it, I'll deal with it." The young master threw out a cigarette and stepped on it. Then pat Louis on the shoulder and walk closer to the mafioso carrying the bike. Take the key and get ready to drive it. When going to wear the helmet the young master looked at them.

"Go back, I've cleared it all up. There's nothing more to do." The young master put on a helmet and turned on his motorbike. Turning his motorbike and gasing away from there left his friend agape with his actions.

"He's not sane." Louis looked at the young master's back who was progressively advancing. Billy did not listen to Louis' speech and approached the car he was originally riding in.

When he entered, Billy did not see Michele. His face panicked at the thought that Michele had come alone to his house.

"Bil, we have to go back." Louis invites Billy to sit in the car. Billy just fell silent not answering Louis' words.

"You still think about that girl? AWAKE BIL!" Louis bullies Billy because he cares too much about the girl he just met.

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Billy slammed the car door. "DON'T INTERFERE IN MY BUSINESS!" Billy is angry and worried at the same time then leaves Louis and goes after Michele.

Michele was at the front door of her house. The guards opened it and let Michele in.

"Miss, you better go. Madam will be angry if she sees the lady back. We don't want Miss's life in danger." The guards didn't want her kind-hearted miss to be mistreated by their mistress.

"This is my home. I'm entitled to everything not that woman." Michele stepped steadily without looking back.

Michele's looking for Charlotte without any protection. He resigned if this was the end of his life but certainly he would die if the woman had gotten a reply from him.

Michele heads towards the room that was previously used to hold the young master hostage. When he arrived, he was surprised that Charlotte had been handcuffed with her mouth covered in cloth.

Michele laughed with satisfaction. More precisely happy when he saw the woman he hated was locked by itself. The opportunity for her to provide a valuable lesson for Charlotte.

"Charlotte, things are changing now, aren't they? I'm free and now you're locked up like this."

"Actually if you hadn't hurt me I could have accepted you, but you were so hot when you saw me. You want to take my father's fortune, too, right? Do you think your pride is that high? You're a woman and we should both understand each other. You hurt my feelings, my soul, my body. You also took my father!"

Michele couldn't hold back tears. The circle fell down on his cheeks. Her heart was fragile considering Charlotte's treatment of him. Michele wiped her tears. Then he approached Charlotte.

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Michele slapped Charlotte hard. The shadow of his pain and torture kept spinning in his brain. Be ill. It hurts to imagine. His body was weak but was forced to withstand no small amount of injuries.

Michele unbinds Charlotte's mouth. Let him scream as he pleases. Michele's two hands turned towards Charlotte's neck to strangle her as she had done to her.

Charlotte thrashed because she couldn't breathe properly. Michele doesn't care if Charlotte's out of breath or dead. It's better to see him alive in this world.

"I'm happy to finally be able to avenge my pain all this time. You remember I used to beg for mercy so you could let me go but did you listen to me? Now it's your turn to take ill treatment from me."

Charlotte's face flushed. His breathing was getting smaller and weaker. Michele strangles more strongly to have Charlotte die soon. He doesn't care if he ends up behind bars.

Michele won't regret what she's done. Better to die than continue to be tortured. Michele stretched out her hand as Charlotte's breath was gone.

Tears fell back from her beautiful eyes. Not sorry but just feeling relieved his pent-up anger can be channeled.

Billy who had just come panting in the middle of the room door. Michele had just removed her hand from Charlotte's neck.

I'm late

Billy slowly approached Michele. Looked at him up close. His eyes looked empty and full of sorrow.

"Why are you soiling your own hands?" Michele didn't comment on his words. Then Billy pulls Michele in his arms. He gives her warmth and calmness.

"Are you not afraid of going to jail?" Michele is crying. Actually he also did not want to do it but the rice has become porridge.

"This is not the real you. Don't let your revenge ruin your good." Michele mangosteen replied to a speech from Billy. The calm that once existed in Michele's heart as if coming back. Although the crime he has committed is quite large, he will still be responsible for his actions.

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The young master rang the apartment bell. "Ck, so hungry" he lamented as he waited for Alisya to open the door. From the morning he only endured an agonizing hunger.

The door was opened by Alisha. "Let's eat!" Take it with so much spirit.

The young master headed straight for the dining room. Alisya looked at the young master's body from top to bottom. As if in a fight. Also of course the smell of cigarettes that do not disappear from the clothes he wears. Alisya helps prepare food and occasionally steals glances.

"Sir, your temple is bleeding." The young master looked at Alisya for a while then rubbed his temple with the back of his hand and resumed eating. Alisya frowned. Why does it look ordinary?

When they finished, they went back to silence without a word. Alisya took the medicine that was in a box that was glued to the wall. It was given to the young master so that his wounds would be treated immediately.

"Damn, it's so dizzy." The young master hit his pulsing head.

"Master!" Alisya blocked the young master's hand.

"Don't, it'll make you dizzy." Alisya gave antibiotics and plaster to cover the wound of the young master.

The next morning, everything went as usual. The young master headed for the kitchen to fetch some drinking water. However, when almost there was a noise from the kitchen. The young master saw Alisya cooking but had little difficulty due to the limitations of his movements.

"Sit down I will continue." Alisya flinched when the young master suddenly stood beside her.

"No need sir, I-I can continue on my own. You better wait."

"Did you have no trouble cooking with those two sticks?" Actually what the young master said was indeed true but Alisya did not want to trouble others.

"Pay my orders and get out of the way!" Alisya sighed deeply and waited until the food was finished.

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In prison, Michele is pensive as her cellmates talk to each other. Lean against the wall with his hugged legs.

"Hey, I heard he killed someone."

"When his face is so innocent, is he a psychopath?" Michele is not disturbed by all the talk from her cellmate. He doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

"Detainee no. 147 would like to talk to you!" The cell door opened and Michele's hands were locked with handcuffs. Michele followed the police from behind. Wondering who wants to see him.

"Please only 15 minutes." The police went to make room for both sides to talk.

"Dad,"

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"Did you teach you to be a murderer like this? Did you ever teach you to be a vile criminal? Why did you become Michele's savage! WHY DID YOU KILL HIM HUH!"

"Maybe your mother regretted giving birth to you. I also feel the loss of having a useless child like you. You shouldn't have been born. You're a weak boy! You can only humiliate your parents in front of everyone!"

Michele hid her tears. It hurts! His heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of sharp needles. Words that cut his heart until a sense of tightness filled the chest. Michele tried hard to rest on her two shaking legs.

"W-have you ever noticed my condition? Do you know how I've been feeling all this time? Dad never took the time for me how could you judge me? Did you ever understand my feelings? my pain? my thoughts? Dad didn't me"

"Dad just told you to follow my father's words to accept Charlotte as your mother's replacement! Butwhat? You're against your father, aren't you?"

"DAD YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! You don't understand my everyday life!" Michele roared unable to continue her words. His mouth was stiff to make a sound.

"SICK DADDY'S SICK! You will never know my position! Dad demanded that I accept that woman who wasn't even good for our family! How can I take it?" Michele's cries echoed through the room.

"You don't know anything Michele. You won't understand."

"From now on I'm no longer your father and you're no longer my daughter! Don't ever see me again!" Michele fell silent. Tears alternately shed with a heavy. It was unexpected that it came out of his own father's mouth.

"Is there no love for me?"

"Didn't you listen to me talk? As you know Michele I don't consider you a child anymore, so what's the conclusion?"

Michele's father left her. But on the way out, "I'm gonna file your extra sentence in jail so you know what you're doing wrong."

Michele was sitting limp. I did not expect her father to break up with her. His only surviving parents were abandoned by him.

"Mother, mother hyks hyx"

"Now it's time to get back to the cell." The police took Michele back to where she was. A small, cold, unkempt room.

"Hey you!" Michele didn't bully him.

"Damn it," the woman who was the boss of the female prison approached Michele. Then pull Michele's hair back.

"Don't be a big-ass here, you're a newcomer. Do you understand?" Michele was silent. His mind was filled with words from his father.

The woman banged Michele's head against the prison wall for not being answered by him. "Aren't you mute enough to not answer me?"

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"SAY!" The woman continued to bang Michele's head until it bled but instead Michele did not fight or speak.

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"SAY STUPID!" Michele's consciousness slowly disappeared. The blood on the wall became a sign that he had been persecuted. But Michele was silent because her heartache was worse than the wound on her head.

The other with Billy. It was a busy day for him. He's taking care of a case that Michele saw. He also hired a lawyer to consider the punishment for Michele.

"I'm going to jail to see him." Billy feels that Michele needs him. The good girl he had known not long ago made him comfortable. She considers Michele a sister and friend to her.

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