Falling in love with a jerk

Part 4 : The Scars

That night I called my brother. I got to know what happened or else I would go insane.Everyone had told me that " Last year". He picked right up, we both talked at the same moment: "We need to talk." There was silence after that. I didn't know what to say to him. He talked before me.

"I knew it would come to this..." He said trying to process. "But we shouldn't talk about this on the phone. How about we- " I interrupted him.

"Right, I'll come there now." I said grimly and hung up. I had to learn what happened. My brothers school,  actually my school , was a one-hour drive place. But I had to make it there. I ran downstairs to the kitchen, my mom looked at me questioningly, I took my coat and my mom's car keys. "Damian, where are you going!?". The door was closing as I heard her yell to me. I didn't have a minute to lose.I couldnt answer that, she would never let me go if she knew. I hopped inside her car and started to drive. This was difficult, to focus on the road and also thinking about all these. Seth's voice still echoed in my head, how it made me freeze and kind of scared.Who was the one that made people so worried when they talked to me about this "Last year" thing? What could've actually happened? I shouldn't think about these now, I should focus on the road.

I knocked on of my brother's dorm, he opened the door, he was shocked to see me, I walked inside. "I didn't think you would come now." He closed the door after me. I crossed my arms, "Speak." I demanded, waiting him to talk. He hesitated, looking down, like he was regretting something. This was not like him. "Gab?" You alright?" I softened my voice a little. I walked to him. "I had to tell this to someone, you,  eventually." He spoke, his voice faint and about to cry. I became worried, I didnt think anything would make my borther fear this much.

We sat down on his bed. He started talking: "It all started when I started high school. I didn't write about him because I thought he would still be suspended but hearing him coming back to the school, gives me shivers, I –I can't stop shaking. He humiliated me beaten me up, literally tortured me. "At that time his eyes started to fill with tears. He gulped and continued speaking. I listened carefully."It was all too much, too much for me. It wasn't all simple, he had various ways to stress me out. I – can't... "He seemed to struggle to make that sentence. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it out. His back was full of scars, some looking like whipping wound and some like cigarette burns. But the worst of all, there was a carved 'loser' on his back. I felt pity but rage was way more powerful than any of that. I felt like my face would start to explode from the heat. "The worst thing he had done this, was last day of school where he carved loser to my back in the garden in front of everyone."

"Oh my god. That motherfucker." I sweared under my breath. I stood up, pacing around the room slowly. "I will get your revenge Gabriel. You can trust me."

He suddenly became grim. "Don't say that now, we should still talk, about you." I stopped walking and looked at him straight. "The story I know is that, you have beaten someone up, and now everyone is avoiding you" I didn't want to say anything more. I couldn't, I couldn't face it now. I couldnt stop but think about him."That's all, Gabriel." I said, smiling slightly. He looked at me straight, "Are you sure?"

I nodded, I knew it wasn't the full story, but I couldn't, I can't tell him now, not at this moment.

I got back to my house, feeling guilty for not telling him everything, the most important detail, he would hate me if I told him, he wouldn't talk to me ever again.

The next morning, I was full of rage and anger as I walked towards the school. I saw him standing there, full of ego and confidence, I wish I could just throw him to the other side of the world and bury him inside the ground alive and let him rot away. I paced towards him. He was talking to some of his friends. Without any repercussions I threw him a punch, he wasn't expecting it and took it. He stumbled away but didn't fall down. I screamed as I ran and grabbed his collar. He also grabbed my arms and we felt down, rolling, trying to gain the upper hand with each move. I was finally on top of him and landing punches on him, he got his hands in front of his face. I couldnt see anything ,it was like a red thick paint was covering my eyes, I just kept punching.

"Stop this right now!" Shouted Miss Reynolds as she stood in front of us. I started t see again, the red color was slowly dissapearing. I got up slowly and then Seth got up. His eyebrow was swelling up and he had a slit lip that had also swollen up, it was bleeding, it felt good seeing him like that. He spat blood onto the ground. "You both will go to detention today, now go to your classes!" She shouted with fury. We both walked towards the building. He didn't make a face, didn't look at me, his face was totally emotionless, I stared at him. He turned his face towards me: "What are you looking at fuckface?"I was still angry though I didn't answer that and walked to my class.

After school everyone left, a few people that stayed for the detention was putten into a small box like classroom and left there to be quite and do homework or extra work. I glared at him the whole time. He started to get affected by it so he also glanced at my direction. He asked permission to leave for the bathroom. As he left, without any explanation I left too, the teacher didn't really care for it. I was still full of rage I couldn't control myself. He was about to enter the bathroom so I grabbed him and threw him across the bathroom. He stumbled there and felt down. I ran towards him and we had a dogfight alongside the stairs. He looked like he was struggling. "I guess you are nothing without your little friends having your back." I was in front of the stairs. He finally looked kind of angry that he shockingly pushed me hard, there was a staircase down so it took me by surprise and I was falling down. He looked like he realized what he had done and shouted: "No!" and grabbed my arm, I was certainly shocked, why would he say that? He grabbed my arm but It was too late. He also started falling, he kind of (I think) tried to protect me from getting hurt as he hugged me as we felt down, but at the middle, he had to let go of me and we stumbled down the stairs to the basement floor. We rolled to the floor and my shirt got stuck to something metal that it ripped and was useless. We both couldn't get up right away because of the pain,It was bad, not enough to make me stay on the floor.I got up first and stood over him. I wasn't pitying him,  what he did was horrible, disgusting. I walked past him the stairs, I stumbled a bit as I hurt my ankle.

"You- you are not him." He said as he got up, looking at my bare back.

I paused. I tried to calm my breathing but I had already started sweating, this was bad, I should play it cool.

I looked to my back. "What do you mean?"

He got up at last. "You are not Gabriel Gryan."

I faked a laugh. "You must've bumped your head somewhere, Seth. So get an appointment with a doctor, maybe they'll also figure out why you are such a fucking psycho."

He still looked serious, I knew he was not joking. "I don't have a concussion, or a brain damage you idiot." He stumbled towards me, I was frozen with fear of my cover blowing out.

"There are no marks on your back, you have freckles, you're not wearing any glasses- "I Interrupted him.

"I have explanations of them all. I got my scars removed, you sick fuck." He was still calm.

"It's not only that, your whole personality changed over summer." He said, confused. Now I got him. "Whoa, we got a stalker here. Why are you so obsessed over me? I am me! "I paused and breathed out heavily, I was going to lose control, I couldn't believe he dared to speak like this after what he had done to my brother. "Maybe I just go sick of you walking all over me! Maybe I am sick of getting tormented every fucking day! God, use your fucking brain Seth!" I screamed at the end, my voice echoed inside the walls of the empty school. I started walking upstairs. I didn't bother to enter the detention classroom, I just walked back to home.