Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 30 part II

ALESSIO

Avelina wrapped her hand around my arm, steadying me because I was swaying a bit due to the ferocious blood flow to my head. She gave me a minute to recover and started pulling me somewhere when I just followed along, my head hot enough to gain sanity right now. We started walking up the steps when I looked at her, "Where are you going?"

"You'll see."

We reached on the top most floor and she led her way into a room which she locked once we were inside. Anger was not at all dissipating from my veins when she went to the bathroom. I followed her, anger getting the best of me, "At least you should have let me kill him."

She grabbed a first aid box and came outside, grabbed my hand and made me follow her to the bed. I changed direction and pulled her to the nearest study table, "I hate being treated next to a bed." I could have told her the reason but didn't find it as her problem. During my childhood days, I was at a friend's house when he was going through a depressive phase. We both were sitting on his bed when I was barely six or seven years old.

He had abusive parents and was crying his eyes out when I was just trying to console him. And all of a sudden, he stood up on his bed which was next to his wall, opened the window right next and jumped out. His room was on the fifth floor of the building he was living in and hence? He died on the spot. I remember screaming till I couldn't scream more.

His parents had placed all the blame on me when it took four months for me to get out of trial. And another two years of therapy. Dad supported me a lot and was always there for me which did help, but till date, I could never forget his pain filled face, the loss of hope from his soul-less eyes right before he jumped, the awkward angle his leg was bent when he had committed suicide and the pool of blood surrounding his head.

For me, at that age, it was traumatizing and hence? I hated being treated next to a bed as it brought back those memories. I wish I could have hugged him to prevent him from jumping, I wish I could have saved him, I wish I could have called dad right there and then to adopt him, but sadly...I was too late. And just like always, I failed my best friend too.

Avelina stood next to me, her chest heaving up and down, the fullness of her breasts irritating me when I snapped my fingers in front of her, "Hello? You should have let me-"

She looked at me with a blank expression, "Why?"

"Because he deserved it, he harassed you."

She had her lips in a thin line, "My husband raped me on our wedding night, why should I expect anything different from the society?"

My lips sealed itself shut and I chose not to respond as something heavy blew at my heart. She was right after all, showing me my own ugly truth, of what I had done. A few seconds passed when I muttered, "There are better people out there and you don't judge the entire world based on one person. There are many different types of people and you and I are prime example of that."

She didn't respond and started taking out some bottles from within the first aid when I asked, "How did you know about this room? You never came here before-"

"Cassio had the maps, he taught me."

I nodded as she grabbed my hands and started tending to them, "Anyways, there was no need to kill him."

"Yes, there was. No one touches what is mine." and immediately, I knew where I went wrong. It was a slip of tongue and I mentally cursed myself for that.

She cleaned the blood off and checked for any further bruises when there were none. Placing the box aside, she looked at me, "You protect what is yours."