No regrets

Chapter 10- Jared

I WASN'T A HUMAN BEING anymore. I was an animal trapped inside a human's being body, only acting by instinct. And all my instinct was saying was: Eliminate. Austin. Davis. I didn't know what he had done to Aly but seeing her desperately screaming my name had made me nuts. And then when I got to her and saw she was only in a damn towel, I nearly died. It only took from her to say his name for this animal instinct to kill him took over me.

I opened the bedroom's door with a single kick. He was sitting in the bed, without his shirt on. The lights were out so I reached to the wall and press the switch. He acknowledged me when the room lightened.

He looked indifferently, like nothing had happened. That only made me want to kill him even more. I had expected to find him on the floor, regretting what he had done. I had expected to see some sort of remorse when I looked in his eyes. Instead? Nothing. Total emptiness.

I walked towards him and wasted no time to connect my fist with his face. He didn't trie to stop me as I hit him again and again and again. I couldn't stop myself. My knuckles were numbed, but I could see his face getting redder and redder with blood. That filled me with satisfaction, I could have kept going forever, if it wasn't because someone pushed me away from him.

I suddenly acknowledge noise again. My brain had blocked everything that wasn't the dickhead's face under my fist.

"Jared." Scott said from only a few feet away from me. He was kneeling beside him. And again, my body was filled with pure hatred. He was his friend, he had to be a part of whatever this was too.

"You. You were a part of this two, right?" I asked him, using a voice I have never heard myself use before. Rage. That's what my voice sounded like. Pure rage.

"No!" He said decisively "Never dude. Aly told me what happened and asked me to come check on you." He explained.

I still didn't trust him.

"Was it your plan all along? He would rape Aly and you could have Stephanie all to yourself?" I asked him furious. I walked closer him prepared to release my newly found animal instincts on him too.

"Of course not." He said. "I had no idea he could be capable of doing something like that." And in his face, I saw shame. Shame for his friend. At least he was able to feel remorse.

"We are leaving now." I said.

He nodded. "I'm going to take him to the hospital. He might be a douchebag but I don't want him to die." He admitted.

Fuck. Realization of what I have done finally hit me. I looked at his face. It was unrecognizable. I didn't think I had beaten him enough to actually kill him, but I didn't want to be around to find out. If we wanted to called the cops now, they would arrest me to for doing that, not even how much he deserved it. The right call would have been to call the cops in the first place instead of smashing his face. I had probably ruined Aly's chance to press charges.

Shit, I'm such an asshole. I left her alone when she needed me the most. I needed to get back to her and I needed to tell her how I felt, she needed to know I loved her. Now more than ever.

I looked for her bag and put anything of hers I could find. Before I left the room, I looked back at him. He was still lying unconscious on the spot where I had left him. Scott was trying to wake him up and I opted to go before he was successful with it.

When I got to the second floor I looked for her and found her inside Steph's room. They were sitting on her bed. She was wearing some of Steph's clothes. She had her arms around her and held her as she cried.