Kill tightly supported the rifle with his left arm. He aimed just above the center of the target, based on his calculation the bullet would land on the middle of his target's chest. He readied his right finger to squeeze the trigger. He exhaled gent...
3 Months before going to Training Camp: Edmonton, Canada
(𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐...)
"Hello Mom?"
"Wolf when are you going home? It's already been a month today since you left home. Where are you?" My biological mother talking on the other line.
"I'm in Canada Mom, don't tell Dad. I'm not going home yet. I'm fine," I replied.
"Okay, just call me from time to time, I am so worried about you darling."
"K Mom. Bye!"
(𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍)
You can call me spoiled brat and curses me all you want but I am not going home. Ever since Dad got married, our home in Thailand doesn't feel home anymore. The wife he got is a real gold digger, she even tried to ride on me when I was drunk but she pretended so well that I ended up beaten by my own father. He is the 5th wealthiest man in Thailand but have failed to differentiate a real gold from trash.
"Good morning Sir, what can I make for you today?" the barista asked with a very amiable smile.
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I got busy with my phone that I haven't noticed that its already my time to order.
K I L L. He is a barista but did not even bother to at least change his name into something friendlier. Hmm. Today I gonna piss you off until you resign. Haha.
"Hello Sir, may I take your order?" Kill asked again still showing his usual friendly warm smile.
"Can I have a serving of Kill today?" I teasingly said, looking at him while biting my lower lip.
"Sorry Sir but Kill isn't available today, perhaps tomorrow," he replied, remaining confident yet friendly.
"Iced grande six-pump vanilla latte," I ordered.
"Iced grande six-pump vanilla latte?" he repeated, sounding like a question, probably to make sure that I am not messing with him anymore.
I teasingly narrowed the distance of our face and replied:
"Yeaaaaah," I intentionally prolonged it, to sound almost like moaning.
"Your name sir?" he asked, still smiling. He did not wither even just a little bit.
"Hmmm.. Tough guy!" I thought and smiled.
"I'm, I'm YOURS!" I blurted out causing some people at nearby tables to look at us whispering and teasing us. A louder voice came out but I did not understand the first word:
