Chapter 4 Get Revenge
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After morning exercises, I was walking back alone with my head down when someone suddenly tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw a familiar smiling face.
"Lena."
It was Brian.
In his hand was a bottle of milk. "You forgot to drink this today. Mom asked me to bring it to you."
I hesitated before reaching for it, but he grabbed my hand firmly and pressed the bottle into my palm.
"Lena, don't refuse me."
The crowded hallway buzzed around us. Somewhere deep down, I had a bad feeling.
But when I looked into his clear eyes, I still nodded anyway after a long pause. Even knowing something bad might happen, I still couldn't bear seeing disappointment in his eyes.
The consequence of "not refusing" came fast.
The entire bottle of milk was dumped over my head.
It was the same tall girl as before.
I sat weakly on the bathroom floor, completely soaked, shivering from head to toe.
Above me came her mocking laugh. The redhead crouched down, her long manicured nail lifting my chin forcefully. Her eyes were full of contempt.
"Lena Perry, are you actually stupid, or are you pretending? It's been this long, and you still haven't figured it out?"
'Figured out what?' I asked myself.
Her nail scratched across my cheek, leaving behind a burning sting. I stayed frozen, instinctively curling into myself the way I always did to protect myself.
Seeing my confusion only made her smile wider.
"For example, I'm his girlfriend. And for another example, what if everything happening to you... was planned by him?"
"That's impossible." The denial came out immediately without even thinking.
The girl laughed angrily. "Wow, you really trust your dear brother, huh? What should I do? I'm getting jealous."
Her nails dug into my throat hard enough to make it difficult to breathe. Even so, I still choked out the words through tears.
"Don't... talk about my brother like that..."
The pressure on my neck tightened. Then suddenly, through blurry vision, I saw her lift her phone with a lazy smile.
"Brian, your cheap little sister is annoying me again. My hands are getting itchy."
The moment my pupils shrank in shock, a familiar voice came through the speaker. But the words were colder than hell itself.
"Babe, take it easy. Don't go too far. I still have to come home and play the good brother later."
My entire body went cold. The freezing numbness shot straight into my brain.
I collapsed weakly against the wall, my thoughts exploding into chaos.
No way. No freaking way...
But I knew Brian's voice better than anyone. The same voice that had comforted me so softly now sounded cruel and emotionless.
Reality smashed into me without mercy, forcing my blood blurred eyes open.
The gentle boy I'd worshipped all this time slowly twisted into something terrifying and monstrous.
So Brian had always been the abyss. The abyss waiting to swallow me whole.
From beginning to end, I was the only one suffering and drowning. That gentle, handsome boy who always stood in the sunlight with a smile on his face — he knew everything.
Every perfectly timed rescue, every gentle smile and very moment that felt too good to be real.
Because it wasn't real. It was just a dream. And dreams always end eventually.
I was still falling, straight into darkness.
The wind on the rooftop was brutal. It whipped my skirt violently around my legs.
My hair stuck to my tear soaked face as I stepped closer to the edge. The endless buildings below made my stomach twist instantly, and I instinctively stepped back again.
I was too weak to fight back, too cowardly to even die.
"The person who deserves to die isn't you, so why are you in such a hurry?"
A lazy voice suddenly spoke behind me, amused.
I jumped so hard I nearly lost my balance. My body tilted sideways toward the edge before a strong arm yanked me backward into someone's chest.
"Well damn, you don't have to throw yourself into my arms that fast. I appreciate the enthusiasm though."
A faint smell of cigarette smoke surrounded me. His chest was solid enough to hurt a little when I crashed into him.
My face instantly turned red. "W-Who's throwing themselves at you?!"
I shoved him away immediately.
The guy in front of me was ridiculously handsome in a dangerous kind of way. His eyes narrowed slightly, full of teasing charm.
A gust of wind blew past us, making his shirt flutter dramatically.
"Hey there, scaredy cat."
He tilted his head slightly, smiling. "You wanna get revenge?"
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