The Revenge

Words hurt

THE REVENGE

Chapter 6

I had to do something. Alex would be sorry. I know him. I knew him. Old Alex wouldn't think of anything like that. Maybe the new one would at least regret it? I knew he didnt't want to r**e me. I should stop that. I decided to try again. He had to hear me.

"Alex, listen to me. You'll be sorry if..."

"Shut up." he stopped me. He wouldn't even let me think about having a conversation.

"No." I said sharply and loudly.

"Won't you stop?" he said.

"No." I opposed him. This time I would not give up without a fight. "I won't let you destroy yourself, do you understand me?" I shouted at him.

"I told you!" he also said loudly. "I told you I am already destroyed. Life destroyed me. Your friend Alex is gone."

Apparently, this was not a physical battle but a verbal one. Mental. Battle of minds. Battle of wounded souls.

"I know one thing about you. That you're not bad. I know that no matter how much time passes, even after two years in prison, you're the same person inwardly." I started.

"Shut your mouth, can you hear me?" he stared angrily.

I felt like I was hitting a weak spot. I could feel the real Alex.

"We'll handle this together, Alex." I approached, but he pulled me away.

"I don't want anything from you! You killed my mother and put me in prison. Why did you tell the police I was the killer? Because you wanted to justify yourself, didn't you?" he shouted.

"I didn't kill your mother, understand this at last." I also shouted as much as I could.

"Even if it was someone else, why did you decide to accuse me? To throw me in prison! I wasn't allowed to be at my mother's funeral. My own mother. I couldn't even be there. To say goodbye."

I shivered. These words.. I can't imagine how much sadness there was in his words. I knew it was my fault. I remember how the police pulled him out of his mother's body and handcuffed him. And he.. he was crying.

"Alex, I'm sorry with all my heart!" I took his hand, but he withdrew it and looked away.

But right here, right now, I felt the old Alex. He was there for a split second. Now was the time to talk to him.

"I'm sorry, do you hear me..."

"Oh, how sweet, the killer of my mother and the girl who sent me to prison is sorry." he laughed. Here it is again. The new Alex prevents the old one from coming out of its shell.

"Alex, you had to go to prison, those were the rules." I tried to explain.

"Is this some f*****g psychopathic game for you?" he yelled at me.

"Of course not! I just...."

"Shut up! I won't listen to you."

"Well, you will have to because I won't shut up before we talk."

"I'm not talking to killers." He punched the wall and almost made a hole.

"Alex, please, you're destroying yourself. Don't you see that?" I tried to grab his hand again, but he pushed me away. He said nothing. He just kept hitting the wall. Then he threw a chair at it.

"Maybe there was a mobster," he said at last. "Apparently, he was your partner in your f*****g game, in your stupid plan to throw me in prison," he shouted.

"No!" I shouted too."You really think that is the truth? Alex, this man killed your mother and then told me that if I didn't say you killed her, he would kill you, me and my family." I yelled. He looked at me. Immediately. I don't know what he was thinking.

"Get out," was all he could tell me.

"Alex, this man can come back, you have to be careful, please." I warned him. I hoped he would listen to me.

"I told you to leave. If you don't get out, I'll do what I intended to do in the beginning."

"To r**e me?" I asked. "I know you, you wouldn't do that."

"On the contrary," he turned to me. "And yesterday you said I wouldn't put my d**k in your mouth, but I did it. I would do a lot of things. I've changed, Jasmine. I'm not the same. I'm not the naive kid that I was two years ago, who succumbed to your lies that you are my friend. "

"I am your friend. Whatever you do, I will always care about you." I approached him.

"Please, leave." he sighed. He was as angry as he was confused.

"I'm leaving. But we will talk again, okay? I have to tell you everything." I explained.

He showed me the door without saying a word. When I went outside, I started crying. I was walking and crying. I didn't admit it to him, but I was really afraid he would do something to me. I saw how fierce he was yesterday. I was afraid that even after what I told him, he would continue to behave like that. But the good thing was that I at least told him part of the story. I walked aimlessly. All I knew was that I didn't want to go home. I needed to cry. I felt weak. It was as if every moment I would collapse on the street. After 15 minutes of walking, I reached yesterday's street. Where Alex humiliated me. I felt even worse. I didn't know how much I could bear. I wanted to talk to someone. I wanted to share. And then I remembered that Lucas lived on this street and that he had seen us. I felt terrible about this fact, but as if intoxicated by something, I was walking straight to his home.

• Two years ago •

A few minutes later, I saw Alex walking in the yard. He seemed happy. God, this was the hardest moment of my life I went out into the yard.

"Alex.." I sighed and hugged him.

"Hey, what's going on? Is everything okay?" he worried. "Did Richard say anything bad to you?"

"No, it's all right. Alex, I love you and I want you to know I will always be here for you." I couldn't help but start crying.

"What's going on, Jas? You're scaring me." he hugged me.

"Alex ... I don't know how to tell you. Your mother.. she.." I could barely speak. He stood up.

"What about her? Where is my mother? Where is she, Jas?" He didn't wait for me to answer. He rushed inside. And I ran after him. I heard his screams. I heard fists pounding on the floor. I wanted to stand aside and give him the freedom to accept his mother's death.

"Mom... mom, get up please!" he shouted. "Get up, mom."

"Alex.." I hugged him and we both started crying.

"What happened?" He was out of his mind.

"I.. I don't know." My hands were shaking. I didn't know what to say, how to explain to him what had happened. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I just couldn't. I knew this man was no joke. He was dangerous.

"How don't you know you were here! " he shouted.

"I know how hard it is for you, Alex.. I'm here, don't worry. We'll figure it out together."

"What is there to figure it out together, Jas? My mother is dead. My mom.. why is she lying on the floor? Why is there blood everywhere?" He lifted his gun from the floor." This is my gun. She was killed with my gun? "He was shocked.

I watched his heart break. I watched him stand on his mother's body. And my heart was pounding at the thought of having to tell the police that he was the killer. But how? How could I ruin my best friend's life? I knew what I had to do, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to betray him.

• Nowadays •

I could smell his perfume as soon as I approached. I rang the bell immediately. When he opened the door, he could not hide his surprise.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me.

I felt that I would fall into his arms at any moment. The only things I felt at that moment were fear and weakness.

"Please, help me. Please, let me in for a moment." I begged him.

This time there was no carelessness in his eyes. On the contrary, I could swear I saw a little concern in his eyes. Could this have been possible at all? I went inside. It was cozy. There was a fireplace full of wood which were burning soothingly. And the sofa.. it was the softest sofa I've ever sat on. And why am I surprised? Lucas's father was a famous businessman in New York. I refused but Lucas still made me a tea. I couldn't help but start crying on the couch.

"Lucas, I need a friend, please."

"What happened? Tell me. Is Alexander involved?" he inquired.

I saw the rage. He wanted to show that he would fight Alex at any time if he had to.

"He made me go to his home. The same house where.." I couldn't finish, the crying was louder.

"Hey, don't." Lucas approached and hugged me. For the first time, this man hugged me. I couldn't believe what was happening. "It wasn't your fault there and if Alexander doesn't understand it, then he's an idiot."

I was surprised at how nice he was.

"I... thank you for accepting me, Lucas." I was about to hug him, but he pulled away slightly. His eyes became dark and furious again. Apparently, the concern had evaporated.

"Drink your tea and I'll call you a cab."

"I ... I was wondering if I could sleep there in one of the guest rooms. I'll be gone before you know it tomorrow.. I just don't feel like going home tonight." I explained.

"I am sorry, but you can't." he cut me off and dialed the cab phone. Apparently, he still didn't want me around.