The Revenge

Unwanted Reunion

THE REVENGE

Chapter 2

As I struggled to break free from the clutches of this scoundrel, an unexpected surge of strength compelled me to leap from the bed.

"He's here... no, this can't be happening," I stammered, trembling with anxiety. "Did you... did you bring him here on purpose, you scoundrel?" I shouted, my cries transitioning into sobs. He simply laughed, as if I had cracked a joke.

"Surprised, are you?" he asked as he approached. "I did warn you he was coming for you."

I found it difficult to accept.

"You can't be serious..." I mumbled, struggling to grasp the situation.

"On the contrary, sunshine," he chuckled again. "But don't worry... I won't compel you to meet him," he reassured with a wink. "He'll find you on his own."

Hearing those words, I promptly exited the room, feeling an urgent need to leave and return home.

Richard's p.o.v.

I patiently waited for Jasmine to leave.

"Show up, dude. She's gone." I said, laughing. He emerged from the adjoining room. Alexander Miller. Her Alex. No need to pretend, I relished tormenting Jasmine. But, truth be told, this woman was stunning. Perhaps, one day, we'd get to finish what we'd started.

"Alright," Alex responded in a composed manner. "I've got to go now."

"Go ahead. We'll talk tomorrow," I said as I shook his hand.

Jasmine's p.o.v.

I walked alone down the street, with no intention or desire to seek out my friends. All I wanted was to leave that place. I felt utterly humiliated. Had Alex been watching us the whole time, or was it just a delusion of my mind? Then, I heard a noise—hands clapping. I was afraid to look back, terrified of the person I might see. I continued walking without turning around, silently hoping that the applause was meant for someone else. But then I heard it—the laughter, his laughter.

"Did you miss me, Jas, my dear friend?" he said with biting irony.

Panic surged within me. I had always known that we would cross paths someday, but now I found myself alone with this person who had once been my everything, and yet, now seemed like a stranger. It wasn't supposed to be like this... he wasn't supposed to despise me.

"A... Alex..." I stuttered anxiously, my voice quivering.

"Shut your mouth!" he snapped, glaring at me with cold, unforgiving eyes.

My entire body quivered, and it was all my fault. I had believed that attending a party on the day he was released from jail would provide some solace, help me forget. I had never expected him to show up there, and now, I felt like an utter fool.

"I think I told you something two years ago. I hope you remember it, traitor," he said, his words cold, each one cutting deeper than the last.

"Please... please, Alex, you know I didn't want that to happen," I began to plead.

"Shut up! Nothing can make me forgive you. You're just a traitor and a slut," he shouted.

Tears welled up in my eyes instantly. I couldn't fathom hearing such words from my best friend.

"Why are you saying this?" I sobbed, letting out every emotion bottled up inside me. "And what were you doing at Richard's house? Richard Coleman, Alex. We hate him, remember?"

"You're a naive fool," he laughed. "I was the one who suggested to Richard to take you to his room. I was the one who urged him to kiss you. I wanted to witness your humiliation. And you know what... I still want it."

"No... no, I can't believe it," I continued to shake. I couldn't come to terms with what was unfolding before me. This was the first time I had seen Alex in two years, but what I saw was not the person I had once known. He had transformed both outwardly and internally.

"You can ask him tomorrow. He did me a favor," Alex retorted, mocking me.

"A favor?"

"That's right. I see you're starting to understand what I'm talking about. I just didn't want to be the first to f**k you tonight. I wanted you to feel the humiliation you'll have from day one," he was shouting at me. "Well, it looks like I'll be the first after all."

"What? No… you can't do this." I stepped back.

He was approaching me. Please don't, Alex. Don't do something you'll regret later.

"You can't escape from me, Jasmine."

"Please." Tears streamed down my cheeks, but he didn't care. He liked what he saw. Namely, a scared girl. He wanted to see me suffering. But only if he knew how much I suffered during those 2 years.

"2 years, Jasmine. 2 damn years for something I didn't do." Hate poured from his mouth. He loathed me, and I couldn't blame him. He had his reasons for harboring such intense hatred. At that moment, I watched him unbutton his pants. My eyes widened in shock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I knew him. He was my Alex. But what had happened to him? This wasn't like him. He wouldn't do that.

"Please... please, don't do this, Alex. It's me, your best friend," I pleaded. Tremors racked my body, and I yearned to escape, but he drew nearer and nearer. My legs refused to obey what my mind was screaming at them to do.

"You're nothing but a f*****g slut to me. Don't you dare claim once more that we're friends," he declared, looking at me with utter revulsion. "I'm not your friend."

"I... I have an explanation for why I did it. I'm begging you, just stop and listen to me," I implored, my heart pounding in my chest. The tension was suffocating, and I feared the boy who had once been my best friend.

"I don't want to listen. Whatever explanation you have, I don't give a damn about it!"

He forced me to my knees in the middle of the street, his hands on my shoulders. I wanted to scream, to fight back. I wished for a hole to open up and swallow me, so I wouldn't have to witness what was happening.

"Please, Alex... you can't make me do this, please. This isn't who you are!" I cried out.

"Yeah, I wasn't," he said in an angry voice.

"I'm so sorry for everything that happened. I'm truly sorry. Please, don't make me do this," I began to cry uncontrollably. All sorts of emotions flooded through me as we faced this horrifying moment.

"Shut up. It's too late for your damn apologies!" he retorted and then struck me.

No. He would never do that. He would never.

"Oh God, stop this, please! I'm begging you! I..."

Alex grabbed my neck." Since you believe I'm such a good person, I'll give you two choices. Option one: you suck me off here in the middle of the street and option two: I call Richard, and we all have fun together. The clock is ticking, choose carefully."

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I never thought he would do something like that. I looked up at his face with tears in my eyes.

"Good, I prefer this option too. I don't want us to be that close. You're disgusting me."

His words were killing me. As I was trying to process everything that was happening, his hands went to his zipper.

"Please don't do that." I begged him one more time. "I.. I will explain to you everything, I promise. We'll get through this together, trust me. I would never do something like that. Everything will be fine once we sit down and talk.. together. Don't do something you will regret." I didn't know what to say to him anymore. I was trying to show him the truth, I wanted him to understand all my reasons for the decisions I had made two years ago. I wasn't saying they were the right ones, but.. I had no choice. But he didn't want to listen. My best friend pulled out his c**k and stood in front of me waiting. Waiting for me to start. And I was there. On my knees. Humiliated. Weak. Stupid.

"Open your mouth, Jasmine," he commanded me, but in a calm tone.

I didn't want to do it.

"Open up, or I'll call Richard to come here and hold you down while I'm r****g you. You know he's not far from here. Do you want that?"

"No" I shook my head in horror.

"Then do it."

I opened my mouth, and he inserted it.

"You're a good girl." one of his hands caressed my hair. More tears were falling down my eyes but he didn"t care. He was looking me straight in the eyes. I felt his breath in my lips when he whispered "That's the real you, right? The real Jasmine. Jasmine the slut." He laughed. "I don't know how we used to be friends.

To be continued....