A Guard

30 (A Guard)

VOID

I glared hatefully at him the moment we were alone. The son of a bitch.

I walked over to the couch where I dropped the damn bags before turning to the rotbag.

"What the fúck are you doing here?" I made no attempt to soothe his ass. He knew I hated him.

"Well, long time, no see, brother." He smiled - that deceptive smile.

I hated scums like him who wore masks on their faces in forms of smiles. That was the fúcking reason I hated smiling. There was nothing good about the world.

"You've got just about three seconds to sing the tone I'm asking. Why the hell are you here?"

It was no surprise he knew I was at the Bungalow. Son of a bitch had always known about this place. And he knew me too fucking well to avoid my traps and all.

He craned his neck at the direction of the staircase where Jerah had taken. I could see it in his eyes, he wanted to drop a comment on her. But he made the best decision by gulping it all down.

"Father is sick and want