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••• Chap 9 •••

I put my stuff into my handbag and put on my coat then sling over my handbag.
I crack my knuckles and head out the office. I walk down the corridor calmly.

"Y/n? Y/n! Dear, you can't leave yet! It's not home time!!" The handler shows chasing after me in her high heels.
Click click click click click click~~

I take the gun out of my coat.
I turn around.
"I'm about to book you a first class ticket..." I say. I load the gun. "Too hell."

....................

BANG.

I turn back around and carry on walking out. I blow the smoke spirally out of the gun. I load the gun again knowing there's 4 bullets in there.

People screamed my named. I pull the trigger and send bullets through 3 people's heads. A man locked the main exit with a padlock. He stood in the corner trying to reason.

"Come on now y/n. Let's just be civil here." He says trying to move closer. I look at him emotionless. I point the gun to the lock. I pull the trigger. The lock flung off hitting the man on the foot. He bent over, wincing in the pain. Then, the last bullet flew off the door, straight into the mans neck.

I open the door and walk out.

Klaus' POV

I left the rehab not giving a diddly shit if I got out back in there. I had my connections, I still got high in rehab.

My daily routine consists of
Leftover drugs and alcohol from last night then I'll look for expensive stuff, then I sell it, then I buy drugs and alcohol.
Simple!

I managed to knock myself out this time, the ambulance was rushing me straight to hospital. I already knew the ambulance crew. So much they just wake me up and let me go.

I woke up laughing and coughing. I high fived Noah (the man who woke me up). The blue lights and siren flooded my thoughts and rung in my head,

The mini TV played a story. I breathe heavily catching my breath.
Billionaire Reginald Hargreeves died last night...

OH SHIT!

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Time skip
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"Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope..." I say looking through my old wardrobe.
"Ew that's nasty. Did I even wear that."
I sigh deeply. There's only one bitch in this household with a good wardrobe.

ALLISON.

I tip toe into her room and look at her girly room. Ugh, I'm jealous!
I throw clothes about. And eventually find a nice skirt.

"Ooo... fancy.. a bit dated but I could work it." I say. "And. It IS black."
"You could of used that drug money to BUY clothes" Ben says. I turn. Bens sat on Allison's bed.
"Would I rather sit fully clothed but sober or sit fully naked but high" I say exaggeratedly thinking.
"The first option." Ben says sighing.
"Second." I say as I slip on the skirt. I twirl. Aaaah
"Beautiful." Ben says quickly but sarcastically.
"I know flicking my imaginary hair." I walk out of Allison's room.