I stared into the deep depths of those startling blue eyes as he stepped closer.
Unconsciously, I got off my bike and leaned on it, trying to calm my nerves while taking the helmet off.
The last time I saw him, he left a huge impression on me and trust me, it's not the good kind.
"What are you doing here, Case?" He asked me softly and without realizing it, anger was bubbling up in me and I felt my insides boil with fury.
"What am I doing here is none of your business. What are you doing here?" I snapped. I didn't know why I was so enraged by the second but I didn't have it in me to care.
He shook his head. "You're standing on dangerous grounds right now, Case. Are you mad? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He sneered at me and I scowled at him. He's being irrational right now. He knows that I can kick ass.
"What are you implying here, Dom?" I seethed. No one insults my fighting skills and gets away with it. It enrages me almost as much as when Bryant decided it was funny to take a scoop of my ice cream from the tub itself in front of me.
But this time it was different. Dom's eyes flashed with something foreign as he looked past me. His eyes now focused on the person breathing down my neck.
My muscles tensed when I felt a hot breath fanning the back of my neck.
"Ah Casey, what a pleasant surprise." I squeezed my eyes shut. You have got to be shitting me. Who the fuck is it this time.
I took a step forward, towards Dom before spinning around and faced what I hope is a man that I have never met before.
"Do I know you?" I tried keeping my voice firm but all I got in return was a crooked smile. I furrowed my eyebrows.
Please don't be some psycho dude who used to be my friend and is reappearing to take vengeance on me. I prayed silently and as if God was listening, he granted me my wish as the dude before me rewarded me with a slow shake of his head, his dark brown locks that was gelled up to the side didn't waver.
I breathed a sigh of relief through my nose, oh thank my lucky stars.
"No but I know you." The sigh of relief was cut short as I tensed up once again, everything in me screaming for me to beat this guy to pulp.
I eyed him warily before asking me the sentence that caused a wry smile to be etched on his annoying face, showing the side dimples he has.
"I knew Bryant, I was friends with him once upon a time." He sighed, as if reliving the memory once more. I shuddered, the dude was giving me the creeps.
"He told me a few things about you, Casey; and I was, to say the least, intrigued. If you are anything like the girl he described you to be, you're a very interesting specimen, now aren't you." I snorted at him. If this is what flirting has been reduced to, I'll pass.
"You tell me," I muttered briskly but was cut short by him, apparently not done with his speech and moment of truth.
"Bryant mentioned having a sister and after a year of friendship with him blabbering about how amazing his baby sister is, the fascination gets rather, influential." I shivered. The dude's a pedophile. I don't care who you are, don't even dare pull out the 'technically, he's not 10 years older than you' shit on me.
He's a pedophile. End of discussion.
Of course, the things he was saying doesn't make sense.
Why would Bryant hide something like this from me? Why have I never met the guy?
"Don't look so trusting, now, Casey." I gritted my teeth. I did't know which was more annoying. His heavy sarcasm or the face that he was calling me Casey.
"It's Cassandra, get that through your pea-sized brain!" I snapped at him.
"Whatever, you can ask Dom here. He knows everything about it." I was stunned into silence.
During our moment of bickering with each other, I momentarily forgot about my about-to-be-ex-best friend. I pivoted on my heel to face Dom. I was sure betrayal was written on my face.
I was hoping that I'll see something, anything that will fight against that statement but was faced by guilt instead. I was desperate by then.
I knew you shouldn't turn your back to the enemy, it was one of the most basic rules of street fighting. You can't know when they'll start stabbing you from behind but right now, I didn't know which was my enemy and which was my friend.
'Cause Dom sure as hell isn't one. He's not even going to defend himself. He's fucking pathetic.
"What the fuck is he talking about Dom?" I whispered, my voice being carried away by the wind but I know he heard me.
"Bryant didn't want me to tell you, Case, I'm sorry. He was trying to protect you. People were going after him and he thought that this was going to be the best way to protect you." Dom whispered.
I was beyond the point of listening to his reasons. Fuck him.
I marched up to him, muttering curse words and lady-like shits elderlies would disapprove of. If Bryant was here right now, he would've cleansed my mouth with holy soap.
"What in the actual f*ck?" I muttered. I looked at Dom in disbelief and betrayal. "What in the actual f*ck?" I repeated once more, just so that everything would sink in.
Nope, nothing sank. Just a whole bucket of sh*tload.
I turned to face the nameless dude I have yet to punch. He was standing there, looking amused of the situation.
"Who are you?" I asked him softly but with an edge in my tone.
"Quentin Yelton, head of the gang your brother joined in." I didn't know if he did that in purpose but I'm pretty sure he did. He wanted to rub salt into the wound that's slowly but surely opening.
"Bryant would never do that. He's a good kid, top grades, intelligent, a fucking genius even! Why the fuck will he throw his whole life away to some- some- some dickhead?!" I was raising my voice and insulting the head of a possibly dangerous gang. Sue me.
A muscle in Quentin's jaw ticked and I felt like I was about to shit bricks in my pants but I was way too stubborn to cave in to the fear.
"Well, this dickhead has been protecting you."
I shook my head, obviously deep in naive denial. "No way in hell," I snapped stubbornly at him.
"Why would Bryant-"
"Bryant wouldn't do it because 'YOLO' but he would if it concerns where his sister's wellbeing and safety lies."
Okay, well when he put it like that, that did sound like Bryant. Trying to do something heroic and ending up dead because of it.
Speaking of death.
"Was it really an accident?" The second it slipped out of my mouth, Quentin's eyes grew cold as a shadow passed his expression.
"No," he admitted blatantly and I staggered a few small steps back. I didn't know what I was expecting but-
"Who?" I asked in a broken voice, I can't be bothered to nurture my ego by now.
"Me." He said simply, like he was telling me how lovely the weather is instead of telling me that he basically murdered my brother.
No, even worse. He was too much of a cocky prick to even do it. He hired some motherfucking bastard to do it.
The reality of that statement haven't fully sank in so I remained somewhat calm as he took a few steps forward.
"Why?" I asked once more.
"Because Bryant was an idiotic cocky son of a bitch." This time, it was Dom and I looked at him in pure disbelief.
Bryant was his best friend. He took Dom under his wing. He raised Dom and sat him on his shoulders.
"What?" I sputtered out as my eyes felt like it would pop out any second now.
"He was a prick, Case. He- he- he wouldn't- you wouldn't- you won't understand. He was a fucking cocky asshole that thinks he's the shit." Dom stuttered in pure anger and I looked at him in betrayal.
This guy owed Bryant everything. He owed Bryant his life.
I watched him as he paced back and forth, trying to form a coherent sentence to explain to me why he murdered my brother.
Yeah, right. Like that's possible.
I couldn't help but agree with my conscience this time. This whole time, all I could do was grieve and mourn and wallow in my own self pity because I was led to believe that the crash was an accident. I couldn't blame anyone. Not even the truck driver because he was too, now dead. He supposedly died out of the guilt but I was questioning everything in my life.
How can I be sure this asshole didn't kill him too?
I tried asking again, only to be faced by the horrible truth that is my ex best friend.
"Why did you do it though? He cared for you as much as he did for me." I questioned, my voice reflecting how wounded I was inside.
"He forbade us to be together. Don't you remember Case?! He was in the way of what could've possibly been the best thing that had happened to us. Couldn't you see? It was for the best!" His eyes were wide and pleading, begging even for me to understand.
Of course I remembered that day.
When I said Dom and I had a relationship, it was very complicated. He, apparently, has some weird infatuation on me and I, on the other hand, looked to him as nothing more than a brother.
I told Bryant how uncomfortable I was when Dom confessed his 'undying love' for me that day and he promised me that I would never have to go through that again.
Funny enough, he kept his promise and it never happened again. No more mushy confessions and all that shit. Back then, I was too selfish, so content with how it was that I didn't bother asking him how he did it.
I was regretting it now.
"Oh sure sweetie, I understand, you killed my brother because you were a psycho. My brother died because of some sick dude had feelings for me and he forbade that psycho, ending up killed because of it. Yep, of course I understand." I said, faking any casualty. His eyes lightened up. "Bitch, please! Catch my sarcasm would you, you ass-butt with a brain of a donkey and a face of a toad! You murdered my brother! As in Bryant! As in the dude who spent his life caring for you like his own brother! As in the guy who TAUGHT YOU EVERY FUCKING SINGLE THING IN YOUR LIFE?!" I started soft but then I was just filled with pure anger and hatred towards the guy. Can't believe I greeted him with a hug.
I felt like an idiot for thinking he's grieving when he left, to think that he was mourning and needed some space. Screw him and his bullshit. I don't care if he's the president by now, I'm ready to decapitate his head and shove it up so far up his ass, he wouldn't be able to crap for a month.
Marching up to Dom, I started yelling at his face with shoving his chest with my pointer finger. "YOU UNGRATEFUL MOTHERFUCKER!" I tried throwing a punch at him but he was too quick.
"Ah, Casey, Casey, Casey," he tutted while waggling his pointer finger on my face, "you were always the slower one between us two." I spat at his face and he released my hand to wipe it off in disgust.
"And you were always the one without the brains between us two," with that said, I brought my knee up and towards his crotch. "That's for being a fraud." Before he could cover his nether areas, I brought my knee up again, hitting it twice in a row, "That's for lying to me and betraying me." I stepped back half a step, letting him tend to his nuts while hunching.
I took the chance and crept my hand up to his neck, locking my fingers together at the nape of it before bringing my knee up, this time to meet with his face. A sickening crack filled my ears and I was pleased by it, not enough to put the fire out but enough to calm my inner monster.
When I turned to rush towards my bike, Quentin was nowhere to be seen, as if he never stood there in the first place. The only thing that could've possibly tipped anyone off of him presence was the imprint of his shoes that was left on the ground.
I have no time in dwelling about it because all my mind was focused on was to get out of there.
So as much as I wanted to stick around and kick Dom in the balls some more, I grabbed my helmet, buckling it on and got on my bike before hightailing it out of there.
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Hey guys, sorry for the wait. Really really am, I just had the time to sit and write this chapter after going out with my family so yeah..
Anyway.. Someone left me a comment and I was just sitting there, screaming 'HALLELUYA' and 'BLESS THIS PERSON, LORD' over and over again while reading her comment.
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This is honestly the reason I keep on writing and days ago, someone commented on this book asking me to promise that no matter how many hate comments I get, I continue writing.
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I love you guys so much it's not normal. Seriously, you guys are awesome and the support that you give me is just.. You guys are angels. Freaking angels sent from above.
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