“What?” I frowned in disgust, ending the call. I walked a little further into the streets, holding back my tears but before ten minutes elapsed, a text came in.
‘Poor Mr Zefir.’ The text was from Ricci. Oh f**k!
I turned around, running back to Mr Zefir’s house, tossing all caution and whatever into the wind. The tears couldn’t be held back anymore. It’s all bullshit! This whole thing, it’s madness!
“Mr Zefir! Mr Zefir!” I shouted, barging into the house. Not his house, my house. With no trace of Mr Zefir, I ran upstairs; a trail of blood greeting me in front of my room. “Oh f**k you Ricci!!” I screamed in pain, running towards Mr Zefir’s cold, lifeless body. He had my note tightly planted in his fist.
“You are a f*****g monster, Ricci! He did nothing wrong! He did nothing wrong Ric
