I Know What You Did

Chapter 6

This is the last chapter! Thank you for reading :)

(Brian's POV)

Thank god no one knows about my secret. You see, all this time, I had you caught under my spell. You don't know anything about me.

As we were running, I thought about what could have been. Not with Roger, but with my parents. They're no longer around, all because of one person. I think you might be able to guess who it is. If not, don't worry. All will be explained.

We ran into the hospital. I hated hospitals, they reminded me of that fateful day. Even now, I find myself thinking it...

"Brian! Hurry darling, or we'll be late!" my mother called. I didn't even want to go on this stupid trip anyway. My father wanted us to go somewhere for his work. I'd much rather be reading my space book.

I strapped myself in, and we reversed out. We passed the woods and the lake, where I could see badgers and foxes scurrying through the trees. They needed to be saved, the nature needs to be preserved.

Around the corner, there was a dark blue car speeding towards us. Inside, there was a man and a child, the latter having the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He was talking to his father, who was trying to concentrate on the road. I could see what was going to happen before anyone else did. The boy was annoying him now, and suddenly he snapped. The elder grabbed him by the collar, taking both hands off the wheel, and shook him. I could not bear to see the boy getting bullied by his own father, but I was soon distracted by their car, which was heading straight for us. 

My parents were killed upon impact.

So now you know. After that day, I despised him. He was the reason my parents were dead. I searched for him. Hunted him down. I found out his name. Do you want to know what it is? Roger Meddows Taylor. Who knew that many years later, our paths would cross? I could see that he was falling for me. So I played along. Did you really think that I was that upset about him? In the week that followed, I found Paul, a person I knew hated Roger almost as much as I did. We found Dominique, and we told her that Roger was most probably going to break up with her, so she should act surprised when he does. It was too good to be true. He was playing along with my plan. That whole warehouse stint was staged. I didn't care, it was just an escape plan. And yet, I found myself falling for him. When he told me how he felt, I wasn't playing a game anymore. But I did it anyway. Yes, it was me in that lorry. I thought he would die. But he didn't. I thought he wouldn't make it. But according to Paul, the test went well. I started to wonder if maybe he refused to die, because of me. 

We turned into the room, where Roger was still asleep. 

"Do it now, get it over with." Paul whispered.

I felt uneasy about the whole thing, "No, we shall wait until he's awake. Make him feel pain."

For about a minute, we stared at each other in silence. Then, we heard a groan from the bed.

"Brian. B-Brian. BRIAN!" Roger screamed as he sat up, his blue eyes starting to fill with tears.

I rushed over to him, "Ssh, it's ok my love. I'm here."

I paused, the pair of surgical scissors just millimetres away from his back. Deep down, something inside me clicked. I loved Roger. I allowed myself to be consumed by hate and didn't realise that I loved him. I started to cry, my grip loosening on the scissors.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Roger cupped my face in his hands.

I couldn't hide the truth from him anymore, "Roger, I'm really sorry. I lied to you. I thought that I didn't really love you. In fact, I was pretty sure I hated you. But you changed that." 

I looked at his face, the look of betrayal etched across his skin, "Why did you hate me?"

I took a deep breath, "About 10 years ago, we were both in a car crash. I was in a red car, and you were in a blue one. I saw you, talking to your dad. He got angry, and took his hands off the wheel. The two cars smashed into each other, and my parents died. I blamed you for it. Every day after it happened, I spent most of my day hating you. But now I realise, that's in the past. Ad anyway, your dad didn't need to take his hands off the wheel. It's partly his fault. I'm sorry I never told you sooner, we could have sorted this out."

We looked into each other's eyes for a while, and then I saw Roger's expression change dramatically. He looked as if he were in great pain, like he'd been stabbed. Then I realised, Paul was still in the room. No, this can't be happening. A single tear fell from Roger's cheek as he whispered, "I love you."

Then he fell back onto the bed, his expression etched in stone, his starry eyes unseeing.

"NOOOO!" I reached to help him, even though it was pointless.

My arms were held behind my back, and I looked up at Paul, the real villain in this story.

"You're next May, you're next."

Thank you for reading. Sorry for the sad ending, you can pretend that it didn't happen if you'd like. That Brian had stopped Paul and that him and Roger would live together. Maybe they would play scrabble with John, Jim and Freddie. It's your choice.