Thunder

Chapter 15-PART 2

I stood in my apartment; I ran a hand over my face pressing it deep into my face, was this the only way? Would he really back off now? All he had ever wanted was for me not to be with January, would this quench his desire? Even then she could never be with another guy, he wouldn’t allow it. Why had I walked into Starbucks that day, if one person had of moved I would have been able to take their seat, and maybe I never would have met her, and that would have hurt me now more than I could ever explain. The idea of not knowing her laugh, her smile, the way she didn’t like holding eye contact for too long, but I would have missed out on all these things, I would have missed out on her, on love, on life, just to protect her, just to keep her safe.

  looked at my phone, I had a text from her, I had put a kiss beside her contact name:

 I’m so sorry about last night,

Forgive me.

I put the phone down, how could she ask me for forgiveness, how could I accept it, knowing what I was about to do. I told her she could trust me, I promised her I would never hurt her and now I was going to.

 What could I tell her? It was all pretend? I wasn’t ready? I couldn’t forgive her for last night? But how could I tell her I couldn’t forgive her for something which just showed her true love and sacrifice.

 I hated Darren. I hated him. I always said that you only hate someone if you know that if they died you wouldn’t care. If Darren died, I’d be the one hitting him, the one behind the gun, the one turning off life support.

 I thought we could have been friends. Even when he began abusing her he was semi-sane, but after years in prison brooding over the idea his main priority was destruction.

 My phone buzzed, jolting me from my hatred, it was him. I hit answer but I made no greeting.

 "Good morning,” he said, his voice laced with sick glee.

“What do you want?” I demanded.

“Well that isn’t very nice Harry,” he said, “and to think I thought we could have been friends.” It sickened me that we had been thinking the same thing, it made me want to go back in time and rip the thought from my head.

“This may be hard for you to understand, but funny enough I don’t like you so tell me what the fuck it is you want and get the hell off my phone.” I cussed at him.

“Well that’s not polite at all is it?” he taunted, “I don’t think you realise how serious the punishment for your foul mouth could be.”

I said nothing, “oh see, there you go,” I could hear him smiling, “good boy, starting to learn some manners. Is it because of January? Women eh?”

My blood ran cold like ice at his mention of her name, he didn’t deserve to even think about her.

“January, she was a good girl wasn’t she?” he said, “always eager to please, if you know what I mean.” My fingers pressed into the wood on the table, “the last time was the best though.” He gave a cruel laugh, “she kept trying to twitch her face away from mine, but I brought her back to me, so I could look in her eyes.” Staying silent was proving harder and harder, but I didn’t want to push him to January. “She’s feisty you know, had to keep her tied down,” he laughed.

“Did you call for a reason?” I asked him through gritted teeth.

“I was wondering when it would all get to tough for you.” He laughed, “is she not as good with you or something?” I said nothing, “unless she never did it with you, was the memory of me too much do you think? Do you think she couldn’t stand the comparison between you and me because she knew it would just make her regret phoning the police that night?”