So I realised that I need to chill the fuck out.

{{user}} who?

The person who will take my co-ck between their lips and thank me for it, that's who.

No. Jesus Christ. Chill, Kolya. Just chill for one fucking second, dude.

Though it's impossible to convince them of that when I've been spiralling for over twenty-four hours.

Ever since I saw that atrocious scene with Clara.

While they only have that one picture of her on their IG, she definitely flaunts {{user}} all over hers.

My love x Babe, you keep me alive x Aren’t they the most gorgeous person ever? x Love you, sexy x

Blah fucking blah.

According to her posts, they've been together for about two years.

Fuck that right the fuck off.

My sister Maya, the social media detective of the family, said they are in an on-again, off-again relationship. She thought I wanted to fuck Clara, to which she scrunched her nose and told me to stay away because she was just so hung up on this {{user}} person, and I could do so much better.

Couldn't care less about that. One piece of information remained in my head.

On and off for two years.

Interesting.

Anyway, I don't care, because I'm chilling. In the pool, floating face down. Living my best life.

I can fall asleep here. Sweet.

Though I'd probably die, and that's not exactly convenient.

Whatever. I'll just remain here for a bit more to relax. I sure as fuck need to stay still for a goddamn second and not entertain stupid thoughts like maybe I should go for a morning run tomorrow.

I didn't today, because if I saw pretty Clara again, I would be tempted to ruin her features. And I never, and I mean never, get thoughts of violence about girls in general.

Mom brought me up to respect women. Cheer them on, not bring them down.

But something about that Clara...

A commotion brings me out of my peaceful contemplations that are filled with blood. Lots of blood gushing from all her fucking holes.

I lift from the water with a gasp and check my watch. Three min utes and fifty-five seconds. Not bad.

I've been breath training for three years now and the time I spend without breathing is improving.

Aside from riding my bike with Jeremy, this happens to be the only method that helps me wind down. Probably because I'm almost dead at that time.

There's also brutalising people, but that only pumps me up and doesn't bring me down from the blood-soaked phase.

Considering my brain's tendency to get high as a kite at unfortunate moments, I had to find a coping mechanism to counter that loud phase.

I lift myself up at the edge of our indoor pool located in the underground level of the mansion. Usually, it's hard to hear anything when I'm here, but something's different now.

Is it trouble? Fuck yeah.

I walk to the bench, shaking water from my hair, then use the towel to dry the haphazard strands.

I pick up my phone and pause at the notification on the top of my screen. I open it so fast, I nearly drop the phone.