Beyond Crazy -Book Two

Panic Attacks

~Chapter Fifteen~                     

<Chris Brady> You know when bad people do bad things, it's 'normal' for everyone and when good people do bad things, it's 'crazy' and 'impossible to believe'.

I'm not going to lie. It fucking hurts to watch your fiancée been fucked like a fucking whore when you sit down in a chair paralyzed. He was hurting her really badly and I just watched. I watched and heard her cry and scream out. I closed my eyes and still heard her scream. He wasn't doing it to hurt her. He was doing it for me to see. I was breathless and powerless.

He just smiled and winked at me when she hits her climax. When she said she doesn't love me anymore and he should make her forget about me, hatred and anger cane in me. On a real here, it didn't even take weeks for her to start fucking him again.

I knew she didn't trust me but what about what she felt for me? She could've waited for whatever she felt for me to wash off before she started sleeping with him.
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My eyes opened in blood and Asher had bent close to me. He smiled at me. "You're awake. I thought you died. I was planning a funeral an hour ago." he laughed.

I touched my neck and he had stopped the bleeding with a band aid plaster. It stung and I saw the first aid box next to him. Bloody cottons lied on the floor and harsh ointments were stinging my nose. "Are you okay?" he asked and I just looked at him. "Your ex just passed out too." he pointed to the room he fucked her in. "I think she had too much for the night. Should I sit you up?" I slapped his hand away and sat up on my own. He smiled again and stood on his toes. "She really wants you to stay away from her..."

"I heard. Can you stop talking?"

"Okay. I just wanted to make sure you really heard." he laughed. "She said I'm better than you. How have you been fucking her?" he laughed again and I closed my eyes taking deep breaths.

"I heard." I gritted my teeth.

"And saw. You keep missing that part Chris." I glared at him. "I'm not bad. I just did you two a huge favor. I know she's going to hate me but I'm good. Should I take you to a hospital?"

"No thanks." he held my hand and helped me stand on my toes. I was still weak but it didn't stop me from punching him hard on the face. My hand hurt from the punch and he smiled wiping blood from his lip. "That's for drugging me motherfucker!"

"You're a strong kid Chris. You should still be weak from all that." he laughed. "Your wife must be waiting for you at home. Go to her and go to a hospital before you pass out again."

"Mind your business will you! Is she really pregnant?" he looked at me closely and smiled. "Is she pregnant or not!"

"Yeah. She's having my baby. Go take care of yours." he picked up a shirt from the couch and threw it at me. "Change your clothes. It's new."

I looked at the shirt I wore and it was turned bloody.

Wait. Bloody Brady.

I took off my shirt and wore the one he handed to me. "You're good to go. I called a cab for you. Get your car tomorrow." he threw my car key and phone to me. "Your wife called." he laughed.

He should be thanking God I was still weak. How I badly wanted to punch him! "Before you go, let me ask you a question."

"I'm not going to answer it." I headed for the door with my weak legs.

"Do you still want her?"

"No, keep her." I stepped out and a cab was really waiting for me. I was getting dizzy again. I walked slowly to the cab keeping my feet steady. I opened the door and sat down slowly.