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CHAPTER 13:

Liam and Amasia got off of each other and hurriedly got up from the bed as their minds encountered a huge blow. They couldn't believe their eyes. Even though it was Brett that they had known for years, he didn't seem like him. He didn't have the usual cool attitude that Brett always had; neither was he making any jokes. He instead was boiling with anger, grief and resentment.

His eyes were red which made it clear that he had been crying. Amasia and Liam couldn't fathom why Brett had a gun. Liam was speechless. He didn't know what to do. Amasia's hands turned cold seeing Brett so shaken up. She had never seen him like that; she didn't know he had this side to him.

"Oh my god Brett, what are you doing?" cried Amasia regretting why she didn't tell Brett about this sooner. Brett didn't bother to reply. He stood at the entrance of the room while staring at Liam, with his gun pointing to the ground. "Where did you get a gun? What are you trying to do?" asked Amasia again, now tears pooling in her eyes.

"Shut up!" screamed Brett to mute Amasia. He was fuming with anger, with Amasia, but more so with Liam. He knew Amasia never liked him but Liam knew how he felt about Amasia and he still betrayed him.

"How many times have you fucked her Liam?" Brett asked as he walked up and down the small area, the entrance of the room had. Liam was astounded. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't really sure how to deal with a situation like this. He looked at Amasia, she had started crying, with tears running down her cheeks as she looked at Brett first, then him, then again at Brett, trying to beg with her eyes to stop whatever he was trying to do.

"What kind of a question is that Brett? This is not some one night stand. We actually have feelings for each other" replied Liam with a calming tone.

"Oh yes! I know about your "feelings". You think I know this now? I've known since we came back from Goa!" exclaimed Brett. Amasia was stunned. She couldn't make out the things that were happening. It was a lot to take in. She wondered why Brett didn't say anything about it till now, but she was afraid to ask. For the first time in her life, she was afraid of what Brett might do. She felt vulnerable. She felt the need to cover Liam, to protect him from Brett.

"Listen Brett, I know you're angry. We were going to tell you, we just couldn't find the right time" explained Liam trying to calm him down.

"Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch. You knew how much I loved her, how much I cried for her and you still did this? What the fuck is wrong with you? What did I ever do to you?" asked Brett with tears falling from his eyes, leaving his face stained. Amasia started to say something, trying to protect Liam but Brett shut her up. He knew he was weak and he would give in if she started to speak. He didn't dare to even look at her, but just saw glimpses of her crying face.

"So tell me Liam, you had the time to fuck her, but you didn't have the time to tell me, huh? How many times did you fuck her? I wanna know!" Brett shouted these words at him, which made Amasia shudder in disbelief. She didn't know what to do, so she kept looking at his hand that held the gun which was still pointing to the ground which felt like a good sign to her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Brett? Why do you wanna know?" asked Liam raising his hands as if he was oblivious to the fact that Brett had a gun in his hand.

"You want to know why?" scoffed Brett, as he continued, "I wanna know how you had the time to fuck her brains out but didn't have the time to say a sentence saying 'hey Brett, I'm fucking the girl you love so much'. So tell me, how many times!"

"I...I don't know. It's not like I counted" said Liam looking at both of them, not knowing what to say after that.

"Oh really? Were there that many times that you lost count already?"