Alexander
I should have known it.
I trust Brutus easily as much as I trust myself.
I should have known it wasn’t mindless savagery that sent him f*****g livid as I went for that door.
And I should have known my father would never just chance me disappearing into the night.
There’s no hire car outside when I open the door, just a man in black with his hood pulled down low.
It’s not like Hollywood when I see the gun in his hands. There’s no heated showdown where he tells me how much my father wants me dead, or passes on some cryptic message.
There’s just a bang. A bang and a flash.
It feels like a punch. A punch right in my gut. Only it makes my ears ring.
And everything slows down, just like it did when that cricket ball smashed my temple at twelve years old.
The whole world slows
