"Bryan, listen, I know this is going to hard for you, but i need to know." Laya spoke, she was so brave. Not knowing I'm about to say, but still broke the courage to speak. "I know all about you, Laya. I work for this man. People call him to take out the trash, if you will. Since you heard me and Cam, that's the girls name, I'll tell you more about her later. Anyways, like I was saying, since you heard us, you already know about my father." Just saying father, brought all of the painful memories. "He was truly the worse man in the world. He treated people, men, women, even small children, like utter shit." Talking about my father was new for me. I hated him, everyone know, yet no one knew I was the one to end his pitiful life. I hadn't realise I had stopped talking, I looked at her. Her blue eyes looking straight at me, worrying. Not for herself though, for me. Bryan held his breathe, looking at Laya. "My father was pure evil, knowing him, he was probably the devil's best friend. Worst part of it all, he made me watch." Laya's eyes widen, and she had taken his hand and held it tight. Trying to comfort him, even though it would only bring more pain. "He told me pretend it's like a movie, everything is the way it should be. Yet, when I asked him one day, if the women were hurting, he smiled and answered with a they enjoy every last bit of it. I was to sit and watch, no talking, moving, or looking away." I let out a chuckle, "I remember every single women too." I couldn't believe I was talking about this with Laya. I knew her past, even though she never told me. "If only she knew," I thought to myself. I looked down to our entangled hands, locking fingers with the beautiful girl in-front of me. "Don't cry when you tell this part you wimpy." I could hear the voice in my head speaking, although all I could feel was the pounding in my chest. "Forgive me," a tear ran down my face, as I remember the horrific night. "You don't have to say anymore Bryan," Laya spoke trying to clear the air. "No, you deserve to know the truth. You're worth it." I cleared my throat and started to speak. "After a few hundred women, my father grew bored. Believe it or not, but my father did marry someone. Someone who was much too good for him. My mother, the most caring, sensitive, beautiful women in the world, was always by his side. She saw the good in him, even though I believe he had none. She loved him, with everything she had. She took care of him, let him do what he pleased. As long he came back to her in the morning. She knew what he had been doing, and she still loved him." I paused no ready to tell what happened next. "Just say it already you little bitch." Again, my own inner voice was screaming at me. I sighed, time to tell the world my dirty past. "One night, my father dragged me out bed. Get up, son. We have work to do." I looked down, messing with our fingers still intertwined, I couldn't get myself to say anything. I sat there speech-less as Laya moved closer to me, I could feel her presence grow closer to me. She held me close, as I whispered the words I never wanted to re-live. "I saw him brutal rape and beat my own mother, and then I snapped."
