TO KILL IS TO SERVE

Chapter 31: Manasseh Tylor

Of course I know what she means. She was pertaining to a parable where I am a lamp and Alora is a moth… and that if the moth were to stare at me so much and find happiness in me, it would go near me and zap itself to death. Who in the f*****g world wants to kill a f*****g moth like Alora…? Fine, I did, two weeks ago. I scoffed and headed down to the stairs.

“The first day I saw you, I already know you’re not a good influence.” Someone talked from three stair-steps lower than my current position. I stared expressionlessly back at Manasseh. I know this would happen soon, and unfortunately, it happened now. He would’ve decided to confront me tomorrow when I am not here anymo—f**k! I f*****g forgot to tell Miss Cherrie than I am freaking withdrawing from this workshop! I internally groaned as I continue to stare at Manasseh.

“I would be straightforward, Grei. I just want to ask you a—”

“Shut your goddamn mouth and don’t ever dictate me to do something you’re not in f*****g concern, lover boy.” I cut him off right before he could disgustingly ask me to stop getting near Alora. He’s a freaking total obsessive. I bet he enrolled into this workshop again for Alora and not Hanie, didn’t he?

Manasseh’s simple stares turned into irritated glares and he climbed a stair towards me. “And shut your goddamn mouth and don’t ever tell me to not say something I want to, you f*****g gangster.” By the way he mimicked my tone and way of saying it, it really is annoying. Do I look and sound that f*****g annoying? No way.

I exhaled and continued walking down but he grabbed me by my right sleeve when we’re on the same step. This is so f*****g cliché. I ticked my tongue and brushed his grasp off. “Really, you’re resorting to this because of some woman?” I mumbled while furrowing my brows on him.

Manasseh smirked and faced me, “She’s not some woman, stranger. She is someone you will ever want but you can never get.” He said in a real cringe. “Of course you don’t know yet. You don’t have any idea how much of her side I’ve seen already so you feel like she’s not someone worth protecting… and in some deeper sense, even shedding your pride off for.”

I was left speechless with what he lastly said. Worth protecting? Worth abandoning my pride for? Alora? “I don’t get your boring words, Manasseh. So if you don’t mind, I still have something to do.” I didn’t wait for his reply and headed down the stairs right away.

“Since you don’t understand, stop going near her already. You don’t have any idea how pained Alora is. She doesn’t deserve the possible future pain you will inflict on her.” He still managed to say before I completely reached the ground floor.

I did not look back and just clenched my fists in annoyance. How dare he? I ticked my tongue while walking towards the exit. My first impression of him was that he's very observant, and if I were to get caught, he will be one of the prime information givers. He is also very obsessed with Alora that he creepily draw her in his portraits in a unique technique, consistently staring at her, smiling like a maniac when Alora exchanged his gazes and trying to get her attention by doing and saying dumb things. How in the world can he do that? That's f*****g dirty. And by Alora's words, he doesn't feel that much sincerity and depth over someone or something that even Hanie's death's strangely acceptable for him. So what's up with this Mister Tylor so f*****g possessive of Alora Weller? He's a real psycho, isn't he? He's a real pain—

“Hisashiburi!” f**k. What now…