Eddie’s head was hung low, there was a dark bruise on the side of his face, he was tired and angry. Matty’s beside him, still taped to the chair and he’s passed out. He, for lack of better description, looked worse than Eddie. The sitting room looked upside down, cushions were on the ground, broken pieces of the mugs Ben had thrown at the wall littered the sitting room and was sitting in the middle of room with a gun on his lap was Ben, who had on a smug grin.
“To be honest, I don’t think I want you back.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asked, his voice coming out as a croak.
“I don’t even want your boyfriend’s money. I just don’t want you to be happy, I can’t stand it.”
It had been six hours since they’ve been trapped in the house, the police had bargained but Ben never listened, instead he raised his
