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“Oh, Michael. I’m gonna getcha this time,” I murmur to myself, my eyes wide and wild as I clack away on my dead aunt’s ancient desktop keyboard.
I’m so ready !
The cameras I set up around my property to catch him in the act of death and destruction have only seemed to have emboldened him. He finds the time to sit in front of each one, eating my hard-earned vegetables.
That sucker
It’s why I’m on the dark web right now, buying explosives.
I’m going to make him rue the day he ever thought to mess with me. My fist lifts in the air, and I shake it, cackling wildly. “Michael!”
*giggles*
He will regret his life choices. I want to hear him squeal.
Oh no lol
The seller foolishly asked me yesterday what this was for. Curious little fucker. I have nothing to hide. So, I told him. It’s for Michael, I’d typed out. He needs to die.
Open for misinterpretation
Oh fucking well. I toss a couple of olives in, then tip half the glass straight down my throat. “Oh god, tastes like poison,” I gasp, then take another drink and fight the urge to laugh again. “Michael, this is your fucking fault. Look what you’ve done to me.”
Craaazy
I hold my breath like somehow that’s going to help me walk a little lighter, debate about taking another drink, but instead, I grab the bat with the nails glued to the end, which I realize is absolutely psychotic, but I don’t care anymore.
He’s lost it lol
I turn my attention back to the screen and scroll through the rest of LeifyMolotov’s messages. I have his name written down: Leif Holloway, and despite having that, I’ve come up with next to nothing about him in my search. This guy pinged my radar the first time he started commenting on old posts regarding explosives, and when I hit him up, he just asked me straight out if I had any TNT. Like this was a damn Tom and Jerry cartoon. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes.
My god LOOOOL
I gave him every chance to back out, to run far away in the other direction, but it seems the guy is bound and determined to kill Michael.
He is!
The last conversation we had was Leif saying that Michael had a vendetta against him and had been trying to ruin his life for the last six months. No one talks about ground rodents that way. Never.
Um...well...
A long-suffering sigh leaves my throat, and I scrub a hand over my face. This is pure insanity. I’ve lost my fucking mind. I let out an unhinged laugh because of course I have.
A little
I’m giving far too much away. First, my name, and now the fact that I know ASL. I’m such a loser. Michael must think so too. It’s why he doesn’t stop mocking me at all hours of the day.
My eyes start to water, and I swipe at them. This is all going sideways. I’m never going to get rid of Michael now. Suddenly, I feel a presence settling in next to me. “Hey, why are you upset?” “Because I’m failing at life. That’s why. As you rudely pointed out, by the way. Out loud.”
🥹
He continues to squat down next to me, me still on my knees, trying like hell not to cry again. Too bad a single tear slips down my cheek. But before I can swipe it away, I feel his thumb touch my skin, dragging it away. I let out a soft gasp at the sensation of being touched by another person. A hot person. A hot man. Our eyes meet, and his lips part. I can’t help it. My insanity wins over, and something inside of me snaps. I crash into him, forcing him onto his ass, my legs straddling his lap as I slam my mouth onto his.
*gasp* no!!!
My hand falls onto the doorknob, my hand on my gun as I push my way inside. “Michael, you little shit,” I hear Leaf shout as another door opens and closes. “It’s time to die! This ends tonight! You ate your last fucking zucchini!”
*cackling*
He huffs for a beat. “Seriously, are you stalking me?” “I—” “Because if you are, that’s very hot, and I would definitely tell you to keep doing it.”
Leaf has got major problems 😂
I lift my hand, adding it in ASL—the I-L-Y on my fingers forming into one single sign to convey this very big feeling in my chest. Thorne’s gaze slams into mine, and I see the intensity in those depths. I want to put my tea down, crawl into his lap, and suck on those lips, but before I can, I see movement in the distance. A critter waving at me from the fence post. My gaze narrows, and I shoot up. “Fucking Michael! He’s ruining the moment! He knew this was going to happen! He had this planned!”
