A Match Made in Hell

45

I'm dragged into a different room by Karl, once he shuts the door, an awfully painful slap hits my face.

I gasp in shock, but I'm not exactly surprised that he did this, I was definitely expecting that but not that harsh.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you dickhead!" He pushes me back, I stumble backwards, almost falling to the floor.

He stares at me, waiting for an answer. I can't do anything but stand there like a statue, too afraid to move.

"I'm sorry-"

"No you're not." He shakes his head, keeping a straight face, no expression. "You're not sorry, Nick. I know you aren't." A tear rolls down his cheek, but he ignores it. "What did Zachary do?"

"Sold information." I answer dryly.

"How do you know that? How do you know it wasn't somebody else? Why do you always blame him first for no fucking reason at all?"

"He was the only fucking person listening!" I raise my voice back at him. "It couldn't have been anybody else, he was the only other person there! I knew I couldn't trust that kid, and everyone always blamed me for not liking him."

"Any bodyguards with you?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Any human being that was listening to what you were saying? Just Zachary?"

"Why are you defending him, Karl!" I raise my voice again. "You defend me no matter what, but you're suddenly against me because of some stupid fucking kid?!"

"Answer my fucking question!" He demands, "was he the only person there? By the door? In the room?"

I shake my head, biting on my bottom lip harshly to the point where I can taste blood, the disgusting metallic taste making me want to throw up, but I caused it after all.

He suddenly slaps me across the face once more, harsher and from the other side this time.

I don't say anything, just shut my eyes and allow him to hit me. He hits me two more times, but suddenly stops in his place.

I open my eyes to look at him, and he's crying. He's not sobbing, just allowing his tears to fall in silence.

He slaps a hand over his mouth, and starts to cry more as he falls to his knees, sinking deep onto the floor as he sobs into his hand, choking on absolutely nothing.

I kneel down next to him, trying to move his hands away from his face but he doesn't allow me, slapping my hand away with his free one. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Karl, please-"

"I hate you so fucking much right now." He chokes out. "But I'm sorry I hit you. I'm not like that, you know I'm not, I'm just mad at you."

"I'm sorry-"

"I said don't fucking touch me, Nicholas!" He pushes me away. "Fuck you, get the fuck away! I don't want to be anywhere near you right now, you fucking bitch!"

I step away from him immediately when I hear him say that, trying my best not to break down infront of him when he's reacting like this.

"I hate you so fucking much right now, Nicholas." He looks up into my eyes, I can barely see his because of the tears concerning his vision. "You are one cruel motherfucker, for even considering doing that to a child. A fifteen year old boy."

"Karl, I'm sorry!" I reach out to grab his hand, but he doesn't allow me.

"I told you a million times not to fucking touch me!" He points his finger in my face, getting on back on his feet.