Revenge

Pressure

Chapter 12

Cameron’s POV

            I cocked my arm back, and then thrust it forward. My fist connected with Elan’s nose, sending him flying back into the wall. I was furious, my plan had failed. My mind had screamed at me that this was not Elan’s strong suit, but I had done it anyway. Out of everybody I had believed in his ass. Well, now I knew not to make that mistake again. “Can’t fucking believe you let this happen!” I screamed, towering over the small boy. Blood started to trickle from his nose, staining my tile floor. I picked him up by his shirt.

            “I tried, Cameron! I did,” he pleaded, wiping the blood from his nose. I pulled my arm back again, but stopped halfway. Elan looked pathetic, trying to scramble for his balance why wiping the blood from his nose. I punched the wall behind him.           

            “I knew I shouldn’t have told you to do this, but you’re the only one she doesn’t remember!” I screamed again, even louder. My neighbors had to be getting nosy by now, so I decided to calm down.

            “You should’ve picked one of the...the...the other two,” he stuttered, looking at the huge dent I had just left in my own wall. I knew I’d be paying my landlord for that, but at this point my rage was too built up to be worried about that. In a fit of rage, I grabbed Elan’s shirt and pinned him against the wall.

            “I told you I didn’t want them in on this. They are weak, spineless; I can crush them with my own fingers.” A piece of drywall was still in my hand, so to add emphasis I crushed it. “They are wolves in training, which makes them too weak.” I let go of Elan’s shirt and backed away from him. Blood was spilled all over his gray t-shirt, making the shirt to appear to have black polka dots. “You look fucking gay.” I heard Elan scramble to his feet again.

            “What are we gonna do now?” Something about Elan’s question enraged me again. I spun around and clocked him in his jaw, causing him to bend over in pain. I chuckled lightly.

            “I don’t fucking know, genius.” I bent over, eye-level to Elan’s scalp. He wiped his nose and clutched his jaw. “Everything depended on you, but yet you let Elena and Raleigh make up like fucking porn stars.” I breathed out, letting out frustration. “At least you could’ve filmed it!” Elan shook his head.

            “That’s sick.”

            “She was supposed to be mines after all!” I stomped my foot on Elan’s. My rage was boiling over crazily, but I was taking it out on the nearest things. “You even stained my damn tile and I just fucking moved in!” Elan looked at the stain I pointed to. I knew it would come out if I scrubbed hard enough, but for some reason I had a compulsion of OCD at that moment. Elan stood up, leaning his head on the wall, taking in a breath. “You’ll be fine, you’ll heal fast.” Blood started to leak from the sides of Elan’s mouth. I grabbed the paper towels and tossed it at him. “Well, someone’s a bleeder.” Starting to pace in front of him, I considered my next plans of action. Pressure was collapsing on me like the Berlin Wall.  The DNA evidence from Doug’s murder was being run as I paced and Elena was now protected again. I ran my fingers through my hair, taking some of it with me. My hair was starting to fall out, the first sign of stress in my family. Elan wiped the blood and steadied himself, leaning against the counter.

            “I can still help Cameron.”

            “Pfft.” Elan had already messed up once, making him a liability. I was starting to begin to think that he was no longer an asset. I mean he already fucked up once two years ago. How do you let Raleigh’s old man knock you out and now this shit. Elan was lucky I went by a three strike system, but boy was he running out of chances. I looked up at the boy and shook my head. “What the fuck are you gonna help with.” Without realizing, I stepped in front of Elan and we were nose to nose. I could feel and hear his breath picking up.