Soda Pop

Chapter 58- The Confession

When I arrived at the gazebo on the lake, Marcus was already waiting.

Our spot- a dainty, old-fashioned gazebo on the edge of a stream in the woods- had been ours for as long as I can remember. Freshman year, I was at my first party. Marcus wanted to take me somewhere quiet, so I led him to an old gazebo I had found wandering around as a child. It was only about 7 foot tall, and a floor space of 4 or five feet with a small bench in the middle. It used to be painted a stunning shade of blue, but the paint has long chipped and peeled with years of harsh storms and snow. There are vines growing up the posts and covering the roof, but that just adds to the vintage-y look.

"You came," I say, my voice bland, showing no emotion.

"What is this about?" He interrogates. He is leaning on an unsteady rail, and doesn't move to greet me when he sees me approach. His eyes are dark and cold, and send a shiver down my spine. I remind myself of what he did to me, and my wrist throbs at the thought.

"I need to talk to you. About Brett," I keep it simple. I most certainly don't want to lead him on-to make him think we are getting back together, which we never are.

"I knew you'd find out eventually. He isn't very good at keeping secrets is he?" He laughs, his voice is ice cold, and I am finally seeing Marcus as his true self. A cold, soulless ass. Excuse my language, but there is nothing else to describe him better.

"You knew about this. You let me believe for four years that you were a good guy. I already lied to the police once, and when the time comes, I'm not lying again. I'm going to tell them you threatened me into telling the police you didn't assault me. Then you will finally get what you deserve-Hell," My voice is harsh, but I don't care. He deserves it.

"Oh Babe, how do you know you won't be in prison with me. After I tell them you helped me," He smiles wickedly, and I realize he never really cared about me. It was all a show he put on to hide his true, serpent self.

"I trusted you, and you betray me like this. I though you cared about me, but I was wrong. And I'm actually glad I cheated on you with Brett. At least he actually truly loves me," I growl, my fists balling.

"I loved you, for real. You are just too stupid to realize it," He frowns, and a certain fiery rage shoots through me.

"Who are you to call stupid? So selling drugs isn't stupid? You're lucky the cops let you go the first time. But now you are not going to be so lucky. You will pay for this."

"Whatever you say," He smiles evilly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you don't have any proof anyway. How are you going to accuse me if you don't have anything to prove it with?" He fake pouts, and my urge to slap him grows ever larger.

He's right. I don't. No jury will believe me if I don't have evidence. Wait a second! I can have evidence!

I fumble in my coat pocket for my phone, I click it on and turn around, pretending to be aggravated. I kick a nearby tree, stalling while I turn on the voice recorder on my phone. All I have to do is keep him talking.

"So-" I turn to face him again, but he is already gone. So much for evidence.

This time I kick the tree for real. I close my eyes and inhale deeply.

What am I going to do now?