MW - 1

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"Fuck you forever."

I'm looking at the man who's driving himself home, my policeman neighbor who's been bullying me for years. Ever since I moved here, he's always messing with me around for I don't know reason. Maybe he's just too jerk and naughty and bad, he himself should be jailed.

It just sounds easier than it is but I'm telling you, it's definitely not. Sometimes, he pushes me at my lowest point where I don't know what to do anymore. That's when I sit down in a bathroom, cry with my arms on the head, and just be there for hours until I get tired of it. It's just that, I think he was born to get the worst out of me and that's fuck, I'm fucked up. Fuck him.

"Young lady, hide."

I'm still watching him secretly when I received a text, of course from him. I don't know how did he get my number, or how did he know my name, or how come that I became a victim of him. I really don't know what's happening, I don't know what's going on here.

All I knew since I went back home, I'd be in jail once he enters inside.

"Stare all you want. I can see you."

From the little corner of my window, he looks at me, smiling smugly. I don't get scared of him at all but I can't still fight back when he's here to bully me, I have no idea. I just get quiet and freeze, when I'm with him I get so weak. Maybe it's my fault, I never have the guts to get revenge.

At least, for now.

"Get ready. I have something to show you," he texted. "It's a place."

I think I know what he's trying to say. Of course, I expect that. Apparently, after I stole De Luca's car and things and got caught by policemen, I knew this is going to happen. Yet I'm still disappointed, I even planned this for a week just to find out that I'll be in jail, fuck.

But that's De Luca, I prefer to get revenge and get imprison than not doing something. That family once ruined my life and they didn't even know that. Now that I lost my sister, my parents, I'm all alone and living my life in resentment.

The moment I knew, he's now standing beside me. Fuck, did I even lock the door?! Ugh. But I never show any emotions to him but fierce, he doesn't deserve a word from me at all.

"You're crying," he said. Really? I wipe my cheeks and feel my tears running down my face, woah did I just cry? Right now? In front of him? Tss.

I know he's looking at me, but I don't. I'm expecting him from blustering me before placing handicaps on my hands. That's him, I'm used to it.

Yet he doesn't.

I know it's kinda weird and all but he walks closer to me, that's when I have to walk backwards but unluckily to do so 'cause I already reach the end of the wall. He gets closer and closer, and you wouldn't believe if I say that his eyes really look different as it always seemed. Usually, when I take a look at him, he'll just look boastful and all the gangster things you could ever think of, but now is way different from what they've always been.

"What did you do, Neithotep?" I'm in shock. For the first time, he called me by my full name. He used to call me "Otep" and named me such. "Fuck," he said it softly and I can really say that it's making me more nervous than the crime I did.

"W-What are you doing?" Finally, I have the guts to say something, but still not looking at him.

"You're mad."

"Tss. There's nothing like a mad woman," I gaped, typically in amazement and wonder how did I say those words.

"Put your hands up! You are under arrest!"

The long wait's over. Two policemen are pointing their guns at me, telling me such things that they prolly just memorized. "You're nicked for stealing! You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned, something which you later rely on in court, and anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?"

I look again at the man who's one arm is now on the wall, making us closer than before. And the moment our eyes meet, I knew there's something wrong.

Or right.

"I'll get you a lawyer. What about that?" Never been so confused, he'll get me a lawyer? For what? Is that a part of bullying me?

"What do you think I'd say to that?" I coldly asked, he doesn't say anything. That's when I walk away, and let myself get handicapped by these policemen who were pointing guns at me a while ago.

Before we leave, I glance at him for no reason. I see a man wearing his respected uniform with a cop hat on his head, and of course, I don't think he will ever forgets his black leather jacket. I always see him wearing it, the boot black chaparral looks better when wear too. I also look at his ring finger, where I always see the N/A tattoo on it. What does that even mean?

And when I lay my eyes on his', I don't see ridiculous face anymore. He's confused, like he's longing for words. He looks concerned, like he cares of me after all.

"Get yourself a lawyer."

What's the matter, SPO2 Rauxe Cole Alejandro?

But the reason why I'm doing all of these things won't be set aside on my mind. I'm getting vexed now yet madness is becoming my innermost lust, it's the De Luca family over me at all. They will pay.

"Don't worry," as I look again at Rauxe with sorrowful eyes, I answer him coldly and sad.

"No one likes defending a mad woman anyway."

I am Neithotep Arrex Ballares, 22, a thief.