The man was tall, thin, and black-haired with light grey eyes that matched mine. His look was hot-blooded and his face screamed no mercy. I recall these features very well; this man is no one else other than my brother.
"I am sure you know who I am, sis," he pronounced the word 'sis' as easy as drinking water, what gives him the right to call me that?
"I am sorry, I think you got the wrong person," I retorted while passing by him unlocking my door.
I closed the door behind me but before I knew it, he was already inside slipping swiftly with her thin figure.
"Are you deaf, get out," I spat out to his face.
"I did not expect this reaction, I thought you would show me tears of happiness if I showed up like that," he started.
"Do you think I am the same fragile little girl from before? Why would I even waste my time and talk to you,"
"So you know who I am," he smirked.
Fuck him, he is really wishing for a beating.
"What do you want?" I asked.
I watched him as he walked boldly into the room and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge to drink.
"I will not speak with you when you are in this state, let us wait until you calm down,"
"I am calm, so get out,"
He ignored my last order and sat on the couch turning on the TV. I decided to ignore him thinking that he will leave after a while but he did not.
"Aren't you going back to your wife?"
"Wife?"
"Oh, I wondered where you are, were you at my house?" he asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I wanted to burn the house but I knew that going to jail after committing arson and intentional murder isn't that good of an idea"
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