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Jon's POV

"Oh, you are sorry. Do you know what I am sorry for? I am sorry for not having left you bled out out there two months ago! You are not worth of living, a person as stupid as you shouldn't exist! It's like I said it before I wish that you were dead!" Eduardo said furiously.

I let myself slope down to the floor again as I tried to process the thing's that he had just said. His words made my heart ache, regret filled my body and his wish for my death ran through my head. Tears were now silently falling down my face as I stayed there on the floor with my mouth still opened in disbelieve.

Looking back at the moment where I almost died and now comparing it to this situation I also think to myself that my death would have been the best thing that could have happened to Eduardo. He always was upset because of the thing's that I did and that I said. He hates me, I'm sure of this. I could always feel his hatred towards me.
Maybe I should fulfill his wish, maybe it would be for the best if I die. Eduardo is right I am useless and not able to be loved.

Mark pulled Eduardo who tried to escape his grip out of my way and from afar I could hear Mark yell at Eduardo. "Calm the fuck down! You went too far this time Eduardo! How dare you tell him that you would be better off without him again! Don't you see what happens last time and don't you see that you are hurting him with what you said?!" I heard Mark yell out at Eduardo. Eduardo also said something to Mark, but I couldn't hear him, he was way to quiet. Maybe I shouldn't hear what he said, I already know enough from the words that he just said. He probably just justified himself, telling Mark that what he said was only the truth or something like this. I don't mind it since he is right, he is always right, I am nothing and I will never be worthy of his love.

Eduardo's POV

Mark stopped yelling at me and saw that I slowly was able to calm myself down. I let my anger win there for a moment and couldn't fully comprehend what I just did. The hate I felt for Jon in this moment was emense, I felt like beating him up a bit more, but Mark didn't let me. I heard Mark's words coming out of his mouth, but only was able to proceed them when I was calm enough.

He was so worried for Jon and starred at me as if I was the jerk of this story. "This wouldn't have happened if that stupid idiot wouldn't have messed up everything that he does. Today he already had let me look like a fool in front of our neighbors, then he stupidly put the white clothes together with a blue sock in the washing machine and now he did this. And still you think that I was too harsh too him!" I backlashed at him as I felt the anger return to me again.

Mark tried to calm me down and tried to convince me that what I did was terrible, but I was too blinded by my own anger to realize that Mark was right. Suddenly I was so fed up by Jon and now Mark that I just stomped back into my room and slammed the door of my room shut. Like this I left a sad Jon in the kitchen and a confused as well as pissed of Mark in the living room behind. At that moment I didn't felt any regret for what I did or what I had said.

Mark's POV

I stood there in the living room, shaking my head to myself as I was thinking about the stubbornness of Eduardo. I couldn't understand this guy, of course it is normal to get angry when someone messes up something and also it can happen that a poor and unlucky person that did something with a good intention messes something up for the second or third time of the day. But punishing that person by yelling and physically abusing them isn't a solution. For the first time I really felt bad about Jon, he didn't deserved this.

Well he actually never deserved to be treated badly, but what happens today just crossed the line. He likes Eduardo and always looked up to him, he always tried to impress him but Eduardo never appreciated him and only yelled at him when something went bad or punched him. I always ignored what he did to him, but this time I just couldn't stand there silently and watch him get beaten up by someone that was way stronger and fitter than him.

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