The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 165: Skin deep

Chapter 165: Skin deep

"You. Saw. Nothing."

Fil’s irises went wide as she held her breath, staring at Michael in horror. The latter glanced behind the pillar, clicking his tongue.

"Let’s get out of here," he said, taking her wrist and dragging her away from the scene.

Fil knew what was happening, but for some reason, she couldn’t control her body. All she could do was let Michael drag her away until they reached the quiet hallway. But as if that wasn’t enough, Michael continued to drag her to a nearby fire exit.

"What..." Fil froze, watching him peek at the door before closing it. "... are you doing?"

"Huh?" Michael looked back at her in dismay. "I’m taking you away from what it looks like a murder scene?"

Murder...

Fil’s complexion turned pale. Even though she was on the journey of revenge, she never wished for them to die. Vincent, Marianne, Valerie, Rosalind, Marcus, and even Michael. She hated them to the core, but killing them in cold blood? That wasn’t what she wanted or planned.

"Call for help," she blurted out, her entire body shivering in horror. "What are you doing? You should call for help... or are you in this?"

His mouth curved down.

"If you’re not, then call for help. If you don’t want to, then I will." Fil shook her head, trying to walk past him to call for help.

"There’s no need for that." Michael stepped in, blocking her way. "I already did."

"What?"

Michael sighed as he gazed down at her. "I told you. Don’t play with fire because you might not just get scalded. You’ll get burned alive."

Fil opened and closed her mouth, but her voice was stuck in her throat. All she could do for a moment was stare at him, noticing the slight difference in his eyes. She knew this guy for as long as she could and since the moment she met him, there wasn’t anything significant about him aside from his promiscuous life.

Michael was probably the only person she met in this world who never took anything seriously. And someone who would destroy himself even before anyone could. It was why Fil never thought of him in her plans. She knew even without doing anything, this guy would do something that would destroy himself. The life he led was only headed to one destination, after all. Self-destruction.

But why... did he have this look?

A look that she had never seen before in him? It was as if he was genuine about his warning.

"Whatever it is you’re trying to do, don’t," he added under his breath, holding her shoulders firmly. "Leave the group as you’re supposed to before they drag you to hell. Forget about them and cut us all off from your life."

Michael pressed his mouth, assessing her sternly. After a few seconds, he retrieved his hands from her shoulder and straightened his back.

"You’re not stupid, so don’t act like one," he remarked one last time before he turned his back on her.

"What are you doing?" Fil asked just as he reached for the door handle. "Why are you doing this?"

Michael glanced over his shoulder. "You can say I’m playing the hero."

"Michael." Fil reached for his arm to stop him. "What I saw back there —"

"You saw nothing." He corrected, slowly looking back at her again. "What you saw back there is nothing. You are never there, Filomena. Five minutes ago, you were in that hallway, getting harassed by me."

"Five minutes ago, I saw an attempted murder."

"It could’ve been murder," he argued through his gritted teeth. "I’m trying to help you here. Don’t give me a headache."

Fil’s breath hitched until her neck turned taut. "No."

"Fuck you," Michael hissed, facing her once more. "Filomena, do you have a death wish?"

"No."

"Then you better listen to every damn I say." He ground his teeth, annoyed that she wouldn’t listen to him. "You don’t know the people you call your friends, lovers. And you better stay that blissfully ignorant because if you stick around longer than you should, it won’t end well for you. Worse, they’ll kill you slowly, painfully, and literally from inside and out."

This time, Fil could no longer say her rebuttal. Instead, she swallowed the lump in her throat, staring at him quietly.

"Fix yourself," he commented. "And don’t act suspicious."

After saying his piece, he turned around once more. This time, determined to leave. But then again, Fil spoke and stopped him.

"You have no right to act like the hero, Michael," Fil clenched her teeth, balling her hands into a tight fist. "You are the same as them. Did you forget how you beat up an innocent man not long ago?"

Michael smirked as he glanced back at her. "If I didn’t beat that arrogant fool to the brink of death, do you think he’ll stay alive? Or rather, do you think Marcus will let him off the hook just because he inflicted a few punches?"

"What?"

"This only shows you know nothing, Filomena," he remarked with a tinge of ridicule. "And I don’t know if I should envy you or pity you. But if I were you, live your life the way it is and you’ll be happier. Don’t be a stuck-up."

"Don’t be a stuck up... just like you?" she blurted out.

Michael looked away from her and smirked subtly. "There’s a reason good people attract the bad, and you’re like the epitome of a magnet. And before you know it, they’ll suck the positivity right out of you. You don’t fight the devil, you stay away from it. Or you’ll end up becoming one."

This time, Michael didn’t waste a second and left her all alone at the fire exit.

Meanwhile,Fil stayed in the same spot for minutes while staring at the door. When she tried to take a step, she intuitively clung to the wall for assistance.

"What the hell is going on?" she wondered to herself, sweating with cold sweats as she remembered the cold look on Marianne’s face when she kicked Valerie’s hand from the surface. She slowly succumbed to the weakness of her knees, sitting on the floor.

[You don’t know the people you call your friends, lovers. And you better stay that blissfully ignorant because if you stick around longer than you should, it won’t end well for you. Worse, they’ll kill you slowly, painfully, and literally from inside and out.]

What Michael said might just be true. Fil hugged herself to stop her body from trembling.

’I should’ve known when I started noticing their different reactions to certain situations,’she told herself. ’I don’t know these people more than just skin deep.’

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