DEATH FLOWER

Chapter 3

PRESENT

A few hours ago all that clouded my mind and thoughts was sleeping the shit out. That's what I had planned and that's what I was going to do. If only I didn't suffer from privation to douse down handful of alcohol down my system.

I remembered what had happened back at the bar and what followed after. Despite being slightly under the influence. (Not even enough to mention it.) Every single thing that had occured was as clear as day but there was one thing my mind couldn't grasp.

Why the fuck was I the person behind the bars?

I was the victim of this melodrama. I didn't know rejection was a new offense in civil law now. I didn't do shit.

Except nearly making a dickhead blind.

Nearly. That fucker was luckier than he could have ever imagined. Good for him. Or else my asperity would have left a vindictive scar on his face making an addition to the already present scar on his heart due to rejection. Plus, he deserved that.

Suddenly I heard fingers snap yanking me back to reality all while making me break free from my train of thoughts. Sudden realization of my current situation and state hit me similar to how a bowling ball takes down all the pins in one go. The realization of who is standing ahead of me bearing a clear witness to the mess I was in called for an unwanted guest AKA embarrassment.

The embarrassment prickled through my skin turning my spine into iron. I didn't need a mirror to figure out how I was looking right now. And believe me, he was the last person I wanted to see me like this. Unguarded. Vulnerable. And ofcourse a complete mess.

Through clenched fists I took deep breaths to calm down the riled up exasperation. At the very least I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting any discernible reaction out of me.

I lifted my chin only to catch his burning gaze resting on me with an expression and intensity I couldn't unravel. Our eyes locked for a millisecond when his previous indecipherable expression disappeared without a trace giving way to his usual neutral face.

His mouth lifted into a half grin as he asked "Did the blow make you lose your senses?"

Something snapped in my head. Surely the sanity that evaporates everytime I come across this douchbag. "Shut the fuck up before I blow your face away Xandros" I replied fiestly in an instant as if out of reflex. Yes. Reflex engraved in the right part of my brain carved out of the 3 years we had known each other. Not once had we had a normal conversation. It always ended up as a series of sarcastic replies, neither of us giving in to the defeat.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his half grin still on full display "Guess Mathew was worried for nothing."

"Yeah right." I barely fought back an eye roll. Definately not my fault. I swear they start malfunctioning around him.

"No sign of remorse?" Xandros tsked mockfully as he continued "According to the victim of your psychotic acts, you nearly killed someone."

My eyes would have bulged out of their sockets if they could. That was the level of shock I was in right now.

"VICTIM?" I yelled obnoxiously. "Who exactly is the victim of psychotic acts?" I asked barely hiding the rising irritation in my voice.

Xandros arched his eyebrow then he shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past you."

Not that I had any hope of him believing me. When it came to trust I swear we had zero between us. Still I felt a need to clarify due to no obvious reason. "It was self defense." I said pointing out the obvious.