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Warnings: mild cursing, violence.

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Glint | AKA: Kane

I lunged towards Sam and aimed for his eye, digging my finger into the flesh. Blood spurted out and Sam groaned in pain, immediately reaching to push me off.

"What the fuck?!" he screeched, throwing a punch at me. He was slow and his punch lacked power.

I caught his fist and slammed him into the wall, right next to Caleb.

Fuck Caleb was a mess. Blood, frizzy hair and tears. Something inside me snapped, like everything I was ever holding in came out. My heart hammered in my chest solemnly waiting for Caleb to breathe— to let me know he's still here. I'd exchanged breaths with him. I'd exchange lives with him if he didn't breathe this very second.

Sam stumbled back and cried out. His voice was pained and something about it pissed me off. My breathing became uneven as I watched Caleb's stomach hardly moving to indicate any kind of breathing. I could hear him struggling and trying to grasp onto every breath he could. He was fighting and all I could do was watch.

My fingernails dug into the palm of my hand, blood slowly seeping out. I tried to compose myself. I tried to stop my breathing from getting more ragged and uneven. But I couldn't. All I could see was Caleb's beautiful, bloodied face and Sam resting beside him as if he was everything.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I'm gonna fucking kill him.

"I'll fucking kill you if you get up." I threatened, my words laced with venom. I could taste metallic blood in my mouth, having not noticed how hard I pressed my teeth together. I didn't really mean that'd I would kill him if he got up. He didn't have to get up for me to kill him. I'd just do it right here— right now.

My chest heaved and I took slow, steady steps towards Sam's struggling body. He clutched his right eye as blood seeped through the cracks in his hand and traveled down to his elbow.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you near him." I said, growling. "I knew I shouldn't have let you touched him. You're a fucking pervert you're fucking sick."

I let out a dry laugh devoid of any humor or enjoyment. Next to the bed resided a bat, I picked it up and cradled it in my hand. Sam's eyes widened and he pushed his back into a corner.

"Cowering away like a fucking mouse? The fuck is wrong with you?"

Sam shook his head. "P-please just don't hurt me—"

"What like how you hurt Caleb?" I interrupted. I watched as his one good eye pleaded for survival.

"L-look I'm sorry just let me go—"

I didn't listen as I swung the bat, beating his body more than required.

I watched he became more and more unrecognizable and nothing in me wanted to stop. Bloodied and battered, I didn't have a single care in the fucking world.

—

"You're obsessed." my sister, Roselia said. She leaned on my door and watched as my parents scolded me.

"Fuck off." I cursed, giving her the middle finger.

Roselia simply shrugged and returned the favor with her own finger.

"Roselia, now is not the time." my father said, sighing and solemnly shaking his head. My mother rested beside him, clutching her purse with freshly painted nails. Red and piercing. Red was her favorite color. I knew that for a fact since she almost had everything in red from shoes, dresses, blankets and hats. It was almost like my obsession with Caleb.

"You know what we said, Caina Kitchren." my mother shouted. Her using my full name was never a good sign. "We told you over and over again! Why is it so difficult for you to understand?! We let you go off and toy with this boy and in return we only asked for you to follow the rules."

"I'm not toying with him—"

"That's not the problem!" my mother interrupted. Silence filled the room as I looked down in shame. Her presence always had me tense. She could change the whole room in a second.

"You— Caina Kitchren— are a fucking disgrace. You killed another person. This wasn't just anyone— this was a boy who had friends. He was known son, and if anyone saw you walking up those stairs or heard those screams, everything me and your father built up will be gone." my mother pushed her long dark, wavy hair aside. Her eyes pierced through mine and she scoffed.

"Look at you." she laughed dryly, "you come home all bloody and me and your father suddenly find a hurt boy in your bed."

"Mom just listen—" I tried.

"I'm not listening to anyone, son. Whatever happened will never happen again and as soon as that boy wakes up, we're bringing him home and far, far away from you. We've let you get away with stalking this poor boy for 5 fucking years just so you wouldn't go on another rampage! Therapy, counseling, camps and everything in the fucking book and you're still sick!" she screeched.

"Please." I begged. "You don't understand he was going to kill him! He's barely breathing as it is and I only saved him. I know it doesn't make up for what I did but please don't take him away from me. I won't force him to accept me and I stopped with the "stalking" a couple of weeks ago! He already knows mom, I told him everything!"

My mother gulped and my sister hit behind the door frame.

"Everything?" she asked.

I nodded, "everything." I confirmed.

"And how did he react?"

I bit the inside of my mouth. "Firstly, he found out himself and cursed me out. He said he wanted me gone and to never approach him again. But I couldn't just do that without telling him everything.. so I asked him to come with me. And... well we.. I—"

"You what?"

"I can't say it, it's embarrassing."

My mother shook her head and sighed. She brung her polished nail to her forehead and massaged her temples. "Caina, what did you do?"

I panicked and looked towards my sister but she avoided my eyes. Traitor. I thought.

"Well we.. kissed." I said.

My mother raised a brow and crossed her arms. "You kissed.. and?"

"There's no and. We just kissed."

"You both didn't say anything about it?"

I shook my head. "No. I've given him his space. He said he didn't want to see me again before."

"Yet he kissed you? Did you ask for permission— like we always told you?" she asked. My mother and father had always been up-right and awkward but made sure me and my sister would love right. Clearly, it didn't work for me but I knew that a partner had to love you back. You couldn't force them. That wasn't a real love.

"Yes I did and he said "yes.""

"Goodness Caina Kitchren Villaflor! If he said yes, there's some part of him that wants you. You should've talked to him after and confirmed what was going on." she scolded, hitting me on the back on of head. I groaned and cradled the bruised spot. "As soon as he wakes up and feels better, you two will need to talk."

She paused and thought for a second. "For now, I will get private doctors down here to treat the boy. You should get changed." I knew I wasn't going to change. I needed to keep my eyes on him every second.

"Fine." I grumbled.

My mother walked out the room and I heard her mutter something to my father.

"Who knew he could snag such an innocent boy."

I almost chocked on my own spit.

—

5 days after Caleb awoke.

It had been a couple of days and Caleb was better now. He was still bruised and battered up, but the doctors had given him help. I couldn't be more grateful to my mother.

We both sat in silence and I cleared my throat.

"I wanted to talk." I said. Caleb nodded and gave me a strange look.

"About what?"

"About me and you." I said.

"What's there to talk about?"

"Our relationship. I don't know what's going on with us. One day, we kissed and the next, we didn't talk for a week. You know what I feel about you, but I have no idea what you're thinking. I don't even know if you want to be in the room right now or if you even want to be hearing my voice."

"Kane.." Caleb started. "I don't know either." he said, solemnly. "Everything between us is weird and to be honest, I don't know why I kissed you. Maybe it was because of all the times we spent together. I really liked you but I know it was just an act. I don't know who you really are, Kane."

"It wasn't an act."

"What?"

"None of the things we did together was an act. That was me, Caleb. Nothing was fake and every single thing I've said before I have truly meant."

"Really?"

I nodded.

Caleb nervously looked up and his eyes were locked on mine. "Did you really mean it when you said you love me?"

"I did. I love you, Caleb."

He gulped and I could see how nervous he was.

"Then we'll start off as friends. Everything you have that involves me will be returned to me. You'll get to know me and I'll get to know you without the unnecessary stalking and lies. You have to show me what you really want. Everything you're saying right now is just words you could change within seconds. Who knows— you could end up being like Sam. I just.. I just want to spend time with you and clear up my thoughts." Caleb said. "You know everything about me and I know nothing about you. How can I love someone back if I barely even know them?"

I nodded.

"For now, just give me everything you used to watch me." Caleb said.

I pursed my lips. "Do you really want—"

"Yes I do. Hand it over." he said, reaching his hand out.

I sighed and pulled two phones out of my pocket, a tracker, and copy of his keys. I pointed to my desk where multiple computers resided. "I also use those to track and watch you." I pulled open my desk and pulled out multiple trackers, more disguised as books, stickers or pencils. I took out another phone and passed it to him. Next were the notebooks where I wrote down everything about him and finally were the collection of photo books where I kept my favorite photos of him.

"Are you serious? All of this just to watch me?" Caleb asked, exasperated.

"That's not all of it." I approached one of my walls covered up with a map. I yanked it down and it revealed the wall filled with pictures of him. "These too."

Caleb sighed and shook his head.

"I can't believe I like a crazy psychopath."

He shoved everything in his pockets and approached me.

An unexpected, sudden punch hit my side. It was soft and harmless but I could tell he genuinely tried.

"That's payback for being a fucking lunatic and stalker."

A kick went to my shin. I looked down at him and smirked. Small and harmless. Nice.

"That's for being ugly." he harshly said.

"Ugly?" I echoed.

"Pretty fucking ugly." he said before walking away and out the door.

I smirked and placed my hand over the place he punched me. It didn't even hurt.

Pulling out an extra phone, I watched his location move from out of my house and onto the streets.

You couldn't blame me. Backups are important.

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SORRY FOR PUTTING "SMUTISH" AND "SMUT" IN THE TAGS BUT THERE WAS NONE! I'M JUST NOT PREPARED TO WRITE ABOUT THAT! 😭

Hey guys! Thanks for reading this last chapter. Unfortunately, 'Glint' will be ending and this was the last chapter. I really hoped everyone enjoyed this story!

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