HARPER
“You’ve chosen a life of crime, haven’t you?” the amusement in his eyes somehow reflected pure evil.
I hastily took my hands off his keypad and shut his laptop. “You don’t understand, I need to do this or my life is over for good,” I tried to reason with him.
“On the contrary, weirdo, I completely understand,” he chuckled, flashing his perfect dentition, “you’re currently feeling a mere quarter of the pain your little stunt caused me and you’re too weak so you’ve made yet another dumb decision under pressure.”
The last bit was right, stealing his laptop to send an email was a dumb thing to consider. But he was wrong about everything else because I was certain my pain outweighed his by far.
“Look, I didn’t think this through, okay? But I’m desperate and I need this to be over wi
