Cold Blue Eyes

Chapter 4: The Fight

It's an instant reaction to kick the body hovering over me at my bed side. He stumbles backward into the wall. I reach for my crutches. He lashes out and grabs a hold of my crutch, attempting to yank it from my hand. I grab the other and slam it against his chest with all of my strength. This time he crashes into the window. Cracks stream across the glass.

With my crutches, I hobble as fast as possible out of the room. 

"George!" the familiar voice calls. Rick gazes at me from the room with a longing expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

All terror urges me to flee, but at the moment I'm so pissed that I refuse to move. Every nerve twinges inside my body in convulsive spasms. "I'm gonna kill you!" I screech.

Against all sense, I tackle Rick and punch him in the face again, again, and again. Pleasure floods my system at the sight of his bleeding face.

Suddenly, he halts my fists with his hands, and spits out red fluids. "Calm down George! Just listen!"

Adrenaline erodes my body from such ferocity. I force all of my strength against his arms.

"I'm sorry! George, you don't really want want to hurt me! We're buddies!" he cries in desperation.

"I fucking hate you!! I hate you!!!!!!" I wrestle on top of him as the hidden monster within me unleashes. Fire burns in my heart, for all I can think about is how badly I want to hurt Rick and watch him bleed and writhe in agony and-

"George, stop! You don't understand!"

"Oh I understand. What I don't understand is how you could possibly kill her! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Suddenly, Rick releases my hands, but before I can do anything, I feel a sudden stinging in my side. Rick plunges his knife in my side and rips it out. It feels like fire is eating my side! I moan in agony.

He's about to stab again... Shit... I cease his arm with terror. I'm such an idiot! I should've gotten out of here while I had the chance!

Now Rick's eyes blaze with wrath. "You took her away!" he yells. "You stole her form me. She was my girlfriend! She would've lived if you didn't take her away! It's your fault!"

With each shout he grows stronger. The knife edges closer and closer to my face. Now I'm drowning in a pool of panic. My eyes widen; my breaths quicken...

"You took her away! We were best friends!" Rick is screaming with tears washing down his face. "What idiot steals his best friend's girlfriend!"

His strength is unbearable to the point where I can't hold the knife back any longer...

The door bell rings. Rick hesitates, then cautiously stands up, keeping his eyes fixed on me. "Stay right where you are," he commands in a fearful tone. "I'll be right back."

He goes to answer the door. I can hear the neighbor's voice. "Hey, it's four in the morning. I don't know what's going on, but can you keep it down?"

I start thinking nervously. Every nerve in my body screams to flee, but there's no where to go. I can run up to the neighbor screaming for help, but Rick would probably kill him before he could do anything. A temptation to jump out the window strikes me as appealing- more appealing than getting stabbed to death that is.

An idea suddenly pops into my mind. I need my phone! With my phone I can call the police and have a slim chance of surviving. Where is it? Rick's room I'm guessing.

Steathily, I crawl across the floor toward his room. My body twitches with every movement; I can feel my heart furiously banging against my chest. With each movement, the door seems farther away. My muscles stiffen, hardly able to move.

I can hear Rick's voice from the living room. "Oh I'm sorry. I've just been working on some projects. I just gotta finish soon. That's why I'm up so early..."

I sneak into his room after what feels like an hour. I pull the door shut as quietly as possible and lock it. I don't dare flip the light on 'cause if he sees light bleeding through the cracks of the door, he's gonna know where I am right away.

My heart explodes with speed as I hurriedly tear apart Rick's room. Where the hell is it? Despair starts to settle in like a black cloud. Maybe it's not even in here.

Foot steps echo in the hallway. "George!" Rick thumps around for a while. Suddenly, he stops in front of the door. Shit. If I hide under the bed, he'll find me, and I'll be trapped. Same with the closet. At the realization that there's no where to hide, I start shaking with an adrenaline rush.

He turns the handle. I can hear a key clicking. Shit! The door swings open to leave George standing in front of me with a satanic glare. I've never seen such a dissolute expression on his face. I tremble againsty the wall.

"I have a key, dumb ass," he sneers.

Rick charges at me, swinging his blade wildly. I duck. He crashes into the wall.

Rick turns around and jabs his knife at me, but I manage to roll out of the way while his knife penetrates the floor. Rick yanks it out and veers at me again, but I twist out of the way.

"And you thought getting your memory erased would fix everything!" Rick screams. "Well, guess what? It's over!" He rasies the knife again, directly above my chest.

It's over... Injured... Absorbed in panic... It's over... NO, I scream in my head, and I do the only thing I can think of. I kick Rick with both feet, using all the power I contain. Rick flies back into the window, which crackles with destruction. Rick lashes out again, but I kick him even harder. Glass explodes as Rick tumbles out the window. He screeches in astonishment. I hear the cracking of bones as he hits the ground.

I sit there, breathing with amazement. Tears stream down my face. A dark hole has formed in my heart at the memories that rush into my head. I feel nauseated...

I remember...

Rick and I were best friends our whole lives. He had a girlfriend named Cindy. She was gorgeous. I rember her slender body, her wavy brunette hair, and her best feature- those shining cobalt eyes. I had loved her. I stole her heart.

That's why he did it. He felt betrayed, so he killed her.

It was his car that was following me that night I went out running- his dark car with tinted windows. He had been stalking me...

I remember everything...