Samuel and Kira had been in a relationship for almost 2 years, two happy years that felt like a lifetime, it felt like they had known each other forever, despite being only 3 years old, Samuel was never a man who was jealous of Kira, but he needed to admit that he was insecure with some of his beloved's friends, they were always together with her and often even had more intimate conversations with her, Samuel always trusted Kira, he believes his beloved was not able to betray him, he trusted Kira but not on your friends. one day the couple agreed to go to a nightclub with friends they had in common. Alice, Kira's classmate, Ben, my childhood friend, Tony, Kira's brother and Zayn, Kira's ex-boyfriend, I've never felt so much hate for someone as I feel for him.

Although he didn't like Zayn at all, he just let it go and accepted the invitation to the party with a smile. When they arrived at the party they were greeted with enthusiasm, Anne soon greeted Tony and then Alice, I stood by Ben's side, greeting only Tony and Alice. I didn't want to talk to that guy.

The night I imagined having fun for a few moments was slowly driving me crazy, Zayn kept teasing me by putting his hand on Kira's shoulders, even though he saw it was making the poor girl uncomfortable, he couldn't hold me back and my patience was already at 0 , was imagining absurd scenarios in which I took the life of the boy in front of me, my thoughts were interrupted by Alice's voice a little muffled by the song "could you guys go get some more drinks?" the phrase was for me and for Zayn... so we got up and went to the counter, it was my moment... I pulled Zayn, out of the establishment by the collar of his shirt, he yelled at me to let go, fought and begged for help, I threw him on the ground, climbed on top of him and suffocated... he begged me to stop, and the more he begged, the more force I did, I wanted to see that idiot dead, I hit his head on the ground making him bleed, Zayn suddenly closed his eyes and took a last breath of help, I killed him, I couldn't feel bad that's why I loved to see him suffer! I hear a deep voice behind me "Sam? What are you doing?" it was Ben... it looks like my night didn't end with Zayn, you know how to say "dead people don't talk" Ben couldn't talk neither he nor anyone else in the back of the club.

{an original story by Violet Dianiz

written and published on 6/10 at 17:2 in London

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