His Girlfriend

The Beginning Of The End: Pt. 6

Trey POV

..Rage, the burning, boiling, submitting feeling of rage coursed through me.

I was wearing the blanket of madness, staring into the dark of my office. The cold precipitation of my glass stuck to my fingers, making them sticky as I held my drink.

Staring into nothing, the sound of Megan's screams infuriated my very being. It twisted the knife in my chest, pushing it deeper into my soul as complete darkness swarmed me.

My thoughts rattled my brain, punching against my skull as I flared my nose. Looking down at my hand around my glass..her blood stained my fingers as images of her body flashed before me.

It was like my mind had taken mental pictures, showcasing them to me like a show and tell as an unwelcoming tear raced down my face.

Gripping the glass hard, I raised it to my lips with a shaky hand as I twirled Jerome's confession tape in the other. Glaring at it, I sipped my drink as hatred filled my heart. Playing the events back in my head, there were countless things I should have done to prevent what happened tonight..

Things that I should have foreseen and shut down before they could play out. Events that I could have been gotten rid of if I stood on my word months ago..

..All fair, equal and in the past, there was still one thing I could do and with the blind rage clouding my better judgment, I placed Jerome's confession down and grabbed my phone. Vexing my jaw, I scrolled through my contacts, stopping over his name as I pressed the call button.

It rang a few times as I drunkenly stared up at the wall when he answered.

June: Yoo?"

Me: I need that favor." I hissed as the phone went silent. He shuffled as if he was sitting up, making sure he heard exactly what I just said.

June:..when?" he asked. Glancing back down at Megan's blood on my fingers, I jumped into the devil's burning fire with my answer.

Me:..Now." I sealed. Without any words, he hung up swiftly as I tossed my phone onto the desk.

More tears of rage and pain raced down my face as I clutched my glass. Bubbling up to the top, I chucked my drink against the wall, letting it shatter onto the ground and all over the floor..

        ...8 hours earlier

Trey POV

Pacing the room, I ignored the Nurse's orders to take a seat after she finished stitching me. I couldn't sit down, I was thinking about M and Kylie at this moment.

The look on that doctor's face when he wheeled them out of the room haunted me. He looked like he had seen a ghost, that fake smile on his face was the most concerning thing to me.

Marcellious: Trey, sit down man." he mumbled as I fanned him off.

Marcellious: You heard what the doctors said Trey Trey.." he pushed as I turned to him.

Me: I'm not sitting down." I hissed as Bleu shook his head.

Me: I'm good."

Bleu: we not saying you not good, but you stressin us out with how you pacing the room. I know you stressing yo self." he coached as I gritted my teeth.

Me: Y'all saw that nigga face right?" I hissed.

Bleu: Yes nigga, we all saw."

Me: you seen that he looked like something was wrong?"