Malign Disposition [H.S]

Chapter 64 - Apologize*

Three days later

Harry

Room 12.

Oh have I missed standing in this room with some unlucky bastard sitting in front of me.

Today we have a man by the name of Landon Moretz who unfortunately has dug himself into a hole he'll never be able to escape because well, he's not making it out of this room.

His goldfish brain decided he could play us by buying drugs from us. But when I looked closer at some of the one hundred dollar bills he had in the stacks, some of them were counterfeit.

I haven't left my bedroom in days and my head was squeezing and pounding against my scalp due to the many bottles of alcohol I have consumed with absolutely nothing else. My diet has consisted of alcohol, cocaine and cigarettes. It's what I also had for breakfast this morning. Five-star meal am I right?

In all honesty, I was self-loathing. I knew it would be hard letting Marley go I just didn't know it was going to be this painful. When you love someone, you try and do what's best for them right? I hope she realizes one day that I did this because I care about her.

The night at my home plays in my dreams like movie reels. I am the antagonist of my own dreams. It wakes me up at night to cold sweats followed by me grasping the sheets and looking around frantically for Marley only to remember that she was no longer here.

I know that I brought this all onto myself.

I've gotten so used to waking up and just admiring her beauty while she slept peacefully. She always did this thing where her hand would be wrapped around my upper body and her fingers would be threaded through my hair as she slept. Whenever I woke up I had to pry her arm away because she never wanted to let go.

I have fucked up in life countless times but I think this situation beats them all.

The only reason I had left my room today was that I felt like in interrogation and torture may lift my spirits a little bit because I knew I had to go to this party tomorrow, as well as get my mind off of Marley.

Brooke was kind enough to go out and find this son of a bitch and she ended up waiting in the back seat of his car which he of course, was dumb enough to keep it unlocked. She knocked him out cold and he was still currently knocked out as I was standing with my lower back up against the cool metal table.

I had my arms crossed over my chest as I stared at him, twisting around my rings in anticipation for him to finally wake up. I've been standing in this room for a good thirty minutes now and honestly, I really just wanted to get this over with and go back to my room and get really fucking high again.

The vodka at the bottom of the bottle that I had consumed before I had gotten down here was semi wearing off now.

I strolled up to the chair, retrieving my pistol from the table I had everything else set on, and tilted my head at him when I noticed his head began to rock back and forth.

"Wakey wakey sleeping beauty, " I sang out as I repeatedly tapped the side of my gun against his cheek. The feeling of the cool silver metal was enough to drag him out of his slumber. I had tied his hands and legs to the chair which was as easy as counting to three for me now.

His head rocked back to where it tilted over the headrest and I reached out with my free hand to grab his hair by the roots, yanking his head back up so suddenly, that his eyes immediately shot open.

"Hi, "I grinned at him, cocking my head to the left as he began to panic. Distress filling his eyes and his chest began to heave.

"Relax, please don't piss yourself I don't need another fucking mess I am going to have to clean, " I rolled my eyes as I stepped away from him as he began to hyperventilate while frantically darting his eyes around his surroundings.