Damaged Teens

Chapter Eight

Lemar's POV

It's been almost a month since the incident, I thought to myself. It also happened that I couldn't use Alex or should I say Liam as my scapegoat as he had Maricka at his place. I hope he haven't tried to lay her or I swear I'll kill him too.

I had to do a complete change of identity courtesy of my friend Jake and his dad, who owed me a huge favor after saving his life a year ago. Now, Venezuela wasn't my ideal stop but I had to do what I had to do.

Luckily  for me, someone saw a look alike and phoned my family telling them that I'm alive and well. Them knowing me and also being aware of my health and mental state, knew it would be best to stay back until I made a first move towards contacting them.

I was no longer Lemar Steven James. I was Jack Peterson, 22 instead of 19. And to top things off, I had to give up all my luxuries, including my cards so I was working as an Uber driver for the time being.

I phoned my sister so her heart could be at ease. We spoke one on one at a payphone as I knew she'd try to come after me but I owed her at least a two minutes call for everything I've put her through.

She kept me updated on Maricka and this "Alex" person as she was clueless that I knew who Alex was. She told me everything about the funeral and how Maricka has been coping. Though they were no longer best friends, she ensure to always check up on her. She also told me that no one knew where Maricka now reside as she kept it a secret.

I laid flat on my back as the slut I was hitting on entered the room in a shiny red lingere. She was satisfying to the eyes and body but not to the soul. Because my soul was with Maricka always. Eva, her name was, is the thirteenth bitch I've knocked up since I've been here at Venezuela.

So what if I've only been here for a month? A guy got needs and I've easily get bored anyways. She was getting all seductive and shit when all of a sudden I was looking at Elder Avril Spencer, the woman I've brutally killed.

"Noooooooooooooooooo, get away!" I screamed. "Get the fuck away from me!" I continued. Then everything went back to normal. It was Eva.

To say she was terrified was an understatement. Perhaps she felt as if she did something wrong, or wasn't my taste anymore but that wasn't it. She must be thinking that I've lost it.

She scrambled from the room and I didn't try to stop her. Couple minutes later she came from the bathroom fully dressed, grabbed her purse and left.

I didn't try to stop her. I just enjoyed the little time to myself where I tried to control my anxiety and anger. I was still mad at myself for the crime that I have committed and thought to myself that the time has come. I'm going home. I'm facing the judgment however way it should come.

"Yes?" I answered to a strange number in a deep accent.

"Cut the bull bruh, it's Liam" Alex stated. My heart rose and fell at once because (a) it was great to hear his voice but (b) how the fuck did he get my number? And that I asked. All he did was chuckle and say in the heartiest of tone "I get what I want, always. Never forget that." This angered me a lot because I knew Maricka was among the "get what I want, always" statement. He was the only person who knew what I did.

"What do you want Liam?" I asked coolly.

"Nothing pal, just calling to ask how things are. My man, Lemar... Oh shit, no, sorry, I meant Jack" he cooed mockingly. My jaw ticked. He knew far too much for my likings and it was no questioning that he came to know all of this through Jake; blackmail, perhaps.

"You've been researching I see" I shot back.

"Well, what can I say? It got me to the right place though, or in your case, the right person".