Second Chance

Chapter 14 - The Journal

"The Journal"

I knock.

I knock again when there's no sound indicating the person inside heard me.

My impatience is getting to me.

My body is shaking. The tips of my fingers tremble so I clutch them. I can feel my nails digging into my flesh but pain is good. It will temporarily take my mind of how I'm feeling at the moment.

I knock harder this time. Close enough to be called pounding. That's what I'm doing. Pounding on the closed door.

There's no neighbour to be worried of so that won't be part of the complaint. Perks of living in a high-end place.

I continue to pound but no words escape my lips. Just several huffs and puffs.

My hand stops pounding on the door when it flings open and reveals a half-naked man.

Named Ryan.

His hair is messy. His lips are glossy and red. A little bit swollen. Fresh hickeys on his neck.

He looks angry at first but soon turns to shock when he realises that it's me. He opens his mouth to speak but I give him no chance to do so.

My right hook connects his left cheek in mere seconds. My anger is boiling to the limit. I'm yelling profanity at him.

He covers his nose. It's either bleeding or broken. Both gives me momentary satisfaction however, it's not enough to stop me.

I stalk forward and into the living room.

He turns to look at me with confusion.

"What the hell?!" Ah, the words I've been waiting for.

"Fucking Asshole!" I yell.

He's still confused. I know but I'm not going to give anything away just yet.

"What did I do?!" He grumbles as he tries to stop his nose from bleeding. He glares at me from the corner of his eyes and that ticks me off more.

The leather bound book is still in my hands. I clutch it harder and I throw it at him during the surge of wrath inside of me. The book hits his forehead which stuns him for a moment.

"What the fuck did you not do?! How could you do that to him?! How could you destroy his life like that? No, how could you let him destroy his life and then BLAME HIM?!" I yell to ease the swirls of emotions in me.

"What's going on...?" A slender familiar man appears from the bedroom door. He's naked and the looks on his face are similar to Ryan earlier. Flushed, red face with swollen lips.

Even a dumb person can guess what they were doing before I interrupted them.

My anger hasn't dispersed yet so when the naked guy turns to look at me, I give him the middle finger. The guy seems to be amused as he assesses the current situation. He sees Ryan with bleeding nose and my anger fuelled expression then he chuckles.

"Don't worry, I'll leave," He says to me before entering the room once more.

"What is this...?" Ryan's voice snaps my focus back to him.

He's holding the opened journal in his hands but careful not to let the blood from his nose drop onto the book.

His face turns to look at me with uncertainty but I know I'm clouded with anger.

"You pushed him to the edge and made him do it. You killed him!" I say through my gritted teeth.

My attention turns to the bedroom door as I hear it being reopened. I glare at the now fully-clothed naked guy who walks out of the bedroom. He puts his hands up in surrender and walks quietly to the front door as if he's threading on a landmine.