DIE BY MY HANDS

Those words tumbled out of my lips, and the moment they did, I wished I could take them back, because I dreaded his answer. His eyes darkened at my words, the air around us seemed to drop several degrees colder. “Jealous?” He scoffed evilly, and my chest tightened as I swallowed the nerves eating its way inside of me. “Why should I be jealous of a kid I can squash so easily like a child?” His voice sounded rough and gravelly, enough to make my insides curl and deep enough to send a hit sensation from my sick mind to my core. “I’m giving out a warning for your mental health. I heard you have been friends with him from childhood, it would be a shame to see him magically die in jail for every sin I dig up from his filthy family,” he mocked, all the while his tone carried an edge of cruelty. My chest tightened as his words from earlier when he was on the phone clicked in my mind. “You are running an investigation on him?” I asked with wide eyes. “What are you going to do, Xavier?” I breath