𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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"After tonight, you can go back to your troublemaking ways, and I can go back to living normally. I'll be glad when this night is over—"

"You and me both, girl," he cuts me off. "Don't think I want to be stuck here with you when I could be at home with my family."

I hold in my resentment. I bet it would hurt if his family was going through the same issues he's putting others through.

"My name isn't girl," I correct him. "It's Vee," not trying to cause an argument, I just ignore his statements.

He looks away from the window and at me. "Vee? Is that short for something?"

"Does it matter? I'll never see you again unless it's your mugshot in the newspaper," I find myself not caring anymore. I readjust myself until I'm laying on my back and staring at the ceiling above.

"Fine," he breathes tiredly. "Be that way, Bee,"

I narrow my eyes and turn to him with a cold expression. "It's Vee, not Bee—"

"I thought it didn't matter. Since, you know, we won't see each other again, I think I'll remember you as Bee instead—an annoying pest."

"Whatever," I roll over, facing the wall while shutting my eyes.

At this point, I can't even deny the lack of sleep any longer. I don't care if he's here or not.

I'm beyond exhausted to the point I can't keep my eyelids open and argue back and forth with him anymore. The earlier exercise also didn't help.

Relaxing into the mattress, I let myself slip away, hoping tomorrow brings a new beginning to my life and that I can find a way to move on from all my troubles.

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

"Get up," he nudges my side with his boot.

The cloudy sky comes through the window, casting a dim light into the room. "Don't put your dirty boot on my shirt," I sit up with annoyance while rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes.

He ignores me and starts talking as if he didn't hear me. "It's early, but I rounded us up a few bottles of water and some junk food I found lying around. It's not much, but I'm sure you're hungry." He tosses the chips on the mattress and sits the bottle of water next to me. "Try to hurry. The owner of the store will be here soon."

"Wait, this place is a store?" My surprised tone makes him turn around, looking down at my sitting position on the bed.

"It's a shitty business, but people still swing by here so don't waste time. I'll be downstairs."

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

I quickly eat a bag of regular chips and drink a bottle of water. When I'm finished, I walk downstairs where I catch him watching the small television box that's hanging down from the ceiling.

He's sitting down in a chair across the room, eyes locked on the screen with a blank expression while his legs are spread wide in his black, ripped jeans and a black tee shirt. His elbows are resting on top of his knees, leaning as close to the tv as he can from his sitting position and playing with his lip ring with his tongue.