The Enigma Of Deceptive Love

Chapter 11: The Present pt.2

This time, there was no guard next to me. No one holding a gun behind my back. No one handcuffing me to them. Just me.

I make my way through the hallway, getting stares from other guards near me.

Just as expected, there was a limo outside. The driver opens the door for me. The windows were still pitch black on my side.

Logan was sitting on my right side with a smile plastered on his face. The darkness made me blind towards his outfit, his eyes kept hinting red in the dark though.

"I'm hoping they did a good job?"

"I don't look like a theatre girl. That's definitely an improvement."

"Aw man. You'd do an amazing job playing Ophelia."

"You're the one that needs help."

"Hah, isn't that awesome?"

"Whatever. Just start with reading literally any good book, read a book in a few days and soon you'll be able to read a few books in a day."

I hear him fake snore.

"Men." I say.

"My apologies to the ambassador of women, I guess?"

"Where are we going anyway?" I ask, changing the topic.

"Take a guess."

"If it were someone smarter, I'd have guessed library or a book store. But it's you, so a club?"

"Good call. Bad guess. Your guesses will reset in five minutes. Kindly be patient."

"Eat glass."

"Rude."

"Where's the ouch?"

Just as the last syllable comes out, I feel a sharp pain on my arm.

"Ouuuccchh. What was the pinch for, asshole?" I say.

"You got your ouch."

"You're probably the third most petty person I've ever come across."

"Who's won the championship of pettiness?"

"Samantha, a girl from school, followed by annoying vegans."

"I'm with you on the latter. Don't really get the former though. Is she the one that, you know."

"Yeah she's the one. She's started her fake apology string once again."

"Look, I'm in no position to tell you what to do, but if she was in front of you, powerless. What would you tell her?"

"I'd probably ask her more than tell. But, I'd definitely wanna know why she did what she did. Why she repaid my friendship with suicidal wishes. What I had done to deserve all of that. And also that I hate her.

Not the way she hates me, not "I wanna make her regret being born" typa wannabe shit. Just, pain. When I see her I'm in pain. When I talk to her, I'm in pain.

I'm pretty sure five minutes are up, can I make my second guess now?"

"Sure." I hear his voice crack.

Before I could scan my brain for possible outcomes, the car comes to a final stop.
Logan turns on the lights in the car, "We're here."
I nod.
He gets out of the car and opens my door. My eyes rest on a lit stairway leading to somewhere.

"After you." Says the tall, brown suited man doing a little courtesy bow.
I walk up the stairs carefully placing my hands on the railing in way that I don't end up touching any of the tiny bulbs wrapped around it.