Last chapter, I think? Idk... Or maybe second last. Let's see what I can do 😊

❗❗WARNING: GORE❗❗

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"Evan . . . " His raspy voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I shake my head, and look down to my hands, which are now covered in blood.

"I've already told you, I'll be handling your parents, not you!" He scratches his head, his ears and horns already appeared once we stepped into the house. His shiny vapor-like tail just floats behind him, his wings fold into a cape with his small 'claws' attach to one another. His strange reptilian feet stomp the wooden flooring, the three toes which he stands on creating clink noises with his sharp claws.

And that's the only sound I hear after the silence fell into my house. I don't know what I have done, but all I know is that my suffer is finally coming to an end.

Well, not quite . . . yet . . .

"Evy, did you just kill your parents?" Brian asks, with a concern look on his face. He is still in shock about what I just did, cannot believe that I actually made a move to step in and immediately killed my parents.

'Parents'? Huh, I don't think I wanna calk them as my 'parents' anymore.

It was supposed to be Brian killing them, after what they did to me, and I grew up staying underneath their shadows---not much light could get me out of this hell. Though my friends are like some of my source of light, it's just not enough for me to escape the darkness that I'm surrounded in.

Every day---every single day---new bruises and cuts will appear regularly on my delicate skin, the same thing happened to my 'real' mom after the accident. And I still couldn't believe that my dad and Stella, who probably noticed the loud thud, didn't do anything much. Despite that, at least they rushed to the scene, but only to act as if I wasn't even their son---and my dead mom, wasn't even my dad's wife. They refused to tell the paramedics about me and my mom, which made my heart broke even more.

They just never admitted that I'm a somebody in the family, only to be treated like shit and a slave for no goddamn reason. And the fact that my dad thought that I was about to have an intercourse with his girlfriend that one time, really pisses me off---while he did not realize that Stella herself was high on drugs and started to unzip my pants, slowly taking them off then I noticed her face expression changed: She expected a big dick, and saw that mines a bit smaller.

"Oh, but who gives a fuck anyway. I still want to fuck you, little boy," she purred, getting on top on me as I struggled to crawl under her to escape. But due to her weight, I couldn't do anything but squirmed underneath her, and well, perfect timing for my dad to enter my room and got angry at me for doing 'something' towards her. While she was the one who started all of this shit. And I was the one to be blamed for (nearly) fucking with her.

Despite all of that, I finally got what I want---killing my so-called 'parents' after what they did to me. This sort of revenge has never felt so sweet before. And I know it is Brian's job to kill them, but I am glad that I was the one who took his place to avenge my dark childhood after what these two bastards did.

"I'm speechless, Evy . . . Very speechless . . . " He puts his clawed hand on my shoulder, slowly taking the bloody knife away from my scarlet-covered hand. "It's all over now, Ev. Now give me the knife, you're gonna hurt yourself more after this."

"Wait."

"Huh?" He looks down at me with a worried but curious look. The knife is still in his hand, the blood starting to smother his inhumane pale complexion.

"I'm not done yet."

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"Your ex's house?"

"Yes," I reply firmly, pulling the knife out of Brian's hand as I walk up to the frontyard. His blue-themed house is just the same boring ol' colour as always, never change it to a newer one.

"Evan, you're crazy," I hear Brian says, as I turn around to look at him, flames igniting in my eyes. "I know that I am, but I suffered too much. Killing is probably gonna be my new hobby now."

"You sounded like a maniac and act rather sadistic. Hmm . . . I like it . . . " I notice him smiling, grinning devilishly at my words. I too start to smile upon his words, and nod.

Looks like you're gonna have to meet the new me, Jonathan.

I put down my duffel bag on the porch, walking up to the entrance door, turning the brass knob around as I let the door to swing open. The whole house is dark, with only a flickering lightbulb hanging on the ceiling of the living room is the only thing I can see. I quietly creep inside, head turning to the right and left to see if his parents are at home. But seeing that the family's car isn't parked on the porch, I'm guessing that they are still at work.

I creep around, my monster boyfriend following me from behind. He also looks around, in case anyone would accidentally appear and attack us because we just broke into a house. As we walk around silently, we both hear loud moans and grunts coming from upstairs. The noisy creaking noise can be heard too, and it's loud as hell.

I can tell what Jonathan is doing at the moment, probably having fun fucking Winston.

Angered, I run up the stairs with my shoes slapping the marble-tiled floor. Still holding the knife, I barge into his room---which I can recognize which one is his because I've been to his house a few times before---and find him and his boyfriend fully naked, and is on top of Winston, his head turns to my direction with a face flustering in reddish-pink around the cheeks and his fucking bitchy boyfriend's legs are up on his shoulders.

"Evan, what the hell?!?"

"Your slutty ex is here?!? Jon, what the fuck is going on?!?" Winston stops panting, putting his legs down and starts sitting up straight. "Hey, your dick is stuck inside of me!"

"Shut up, you asshole!" Jonathan yells at him angrily. I can only just stare at the awkward moment, my jaw is dropped and my voice just can't seem to get out of my throat. Winston seems to be enjoying himself getting fucked in the ass by Jonathan. Not to mention that I'm looking at his skin, which is so smooth, and no bruises, no cuts and scars covering him.

No wonder Jo loves him more than I do. I guess he likes guys with a 'cleaner' body than the ones who have scars, bruises, cuts, and whatnot. Besides, he did mention to me once, when we were still on our relationship, that he liked guys who have a lot of confident with their body; always showing off their abs and V-line, their muscular biceps, their huge penis . . . But other times I wondered why he even liked me, and got ourselves into a relationship. Guess I chose the wrong person after all this time, huh?

I walk closer to them while Winston has Jonathan's dick still 'stuck' inside of him, and me still holding tightly to the knife in my hand, I quickly slash his bitchy boyfriend's throat, a horizontal line of fresh red liquid painting the sea blue wall beside them. The colour of the dripping liquid contrasts the colour of the walls, as I look at Jonathan who quickly pulls himself out of Winston's hole.

I make another two slashes at Winston's chest, creating a huge 'x' mark on them, blood already dripping to the floor. Jonathan backs himself up to one corner of the wall, his arms hugging himself out of fear.

I really love to see him like this, being all terrified and submitting to his ex whom he cheated with a new guy.

Hearing the groaning pain emitting from Winston's mouth, I move my way to him. And this time around, I begin to stab him like a billion times, screaming at the top of my lungs as I enjoy the sight of him crying in agony. The blood keeps squirting to my face, my shirt and the walls, as the liquid staints the sheets of the bed in a beautiful red puddle. At last, he is dead.

Not a single muscle moves, his mouth is agaped and eyes are wide and as round as saucers. His chest and torso are covered in blood, and seeing the skin being torn open, revealing his flesh and insides, I smile widely and a short chuckle escapes my lips all of a sudden.

"Look who's being delirious, Jonathan . . . "