SINS (Completed)

I LOVED HER

Trevor

I sit down at the couch, across the table where I can see Hardin clearly. His hands are holding a cup, fumes rising from it and I'm guessing it's coffee. Black.

He hasn't been to college since two days, and judging by the appearance, he looks absolutely- terrible.

This is the fifth t-shirt I've seen him in since last night, which only makes me wonder how many showers he has had. His eyes have gone somewhat red and his hair is shabbily ruffled on his bent head as he looked down at his cup, his elbows resting on his knees- lost in contemplation.

"Sienna was asking about you." I tell him in a way to engage him in conversation, but he doesn't utter a single word. Unconcerned, he takes a sip from the cup.

"Hardin, you okay?" I lean forward a bit, asking him softly, and he looks up.

"Yeah, just - the case." He shrugs it off, his face unchanging and devoid of any emotion.

"I know enough about the case to know it's all going smooth for now. Evidence papers are in place, Dennis is preparing the witness, you're going to win. And you're not happy. So what's wrong?" I lean back into the couch, staring at him intently.

He never really aced lying. And anyway, since I talked to Brit today, and came to know about his phone call episode a week ago, I think I have an idea what is up.

"Is it about Tessa?" I ask him confidently.

"Why do you always think it is about Tessa?" He gets up, takes another sip and turning his back, starts to walk off.

"Then you tell me. Look me in the eye and say it's not about Tessa." I ask him loudly, in hopes of provoking him to spit everything out, or he's just going to get himself sick this way.

"Fine, it is. It is about Tessa. It is fucking about Tessa damn Young!" He turns around with a roar, shouting out in sheer anger.

"What did she do now?" I ask him with a sigh.

Everytime, every single time I think that they're finally doing okay, and have maybe grown out of their kiddish heads, something turns up again.

"It doesn't matter what she did now, and what she didn't. She has already done what she had to. I'm just mad that everything that happened that day, at least my parents are going to pay for it, but she- she's just going to enjoy her life."

Hardin grits out vehemently, and I recognise this is the same hatred he had held last year, and just like that every piece of improvement is thrown back to square one.

His words push me off, and I stand up in annoyance.

"Let me remind you if you've forgotten Hardin, what all you did last year with that girl. You pretended to be in love with her, played with her emotions, broke her heart, betrayed her, made a sex tape and then let her consume a spiked drink only to leave her to spend the night with your best friend that too when she was hallucinating you of all people.

Now I don't understand how your brain works but I think that pretty much qualifies as paying. That too for a sin she did not even commit." I shout out angrily, and Hardin's face twists in disgust.

"Did not even commit, you know what she has done." He speaks with an obvious voice and I feel like slapping this idiot.

"Alright let's hear it. I want you to repeat it so you can listen to yourself when you say it." I challenge him with a taunt, and Hardin steps closer with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Don't give me this drama Trev! That girl is the reason Brit and I were there that day in the first place! She was in on the plan, she was in through the whole thing! Brit almost died that day and I can't breathe in darkness ever since, and it's all because of that one damn girl who claims to love me!"