Better Left Unsaid

Chapter 10

She’s gone.

Victor thought to himself, as he made his way to his office. He’s never going to see her walk in these hallways again, proud and confident as always. He’s never going to listen to her sarcastic and funny comments. He is never going to see that smirk she pulls on every time she succeeds in teasing him. His best friend was simply gone. In a split second. You know that’s what’s funny about life. One day you’re surrounded by all the people you love and you have everything you have dreamed about—a wife, a child, a happy family— and the next, tables turn and you just lose everything, including yourself.

“I heard the news. I’m so sorry,” The Boss spoke, getting in Victor’s office and interrupting his thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“What? Um, yeah. I just didn’t notice you come in.” Victor said, scratching the back of his neck.

“She will always be remembered. She was an unfortunate loss to us,” Victor nodded. “If only she had listened to me and stayed here, but I guess you were more important to her than her own self.”

“Yes.” Victor was still tired and exhausted of all the thinking. He wasn’t concentrating well on what The Boss was saying; he was indirectly blaming him for the accident, but after he had mentioned the whole ‘listening to him’ thing, he felt awake now. In fact, he was more awake than ever. And an emotion clicked in his mind; it was not sadness or sorrow, no. It was anger.

“It was you,” Victor stood up now. “You’re the one responsible for her death. If you had sent the men to help in time, as we agreed, she would still be here. You broke your promise,” He whispered the final sentence. “How could you? We agreed on three days, that if I weren’t back in three days you would sent help, but instead, you left me in that damn place for a damn week. A FUCKING WEEK!” Victor was now yelling and anger was burning in his eyes, ready to burn anyone. And its target was The Boss.

“Listen, Victor,” The Boss spoke, trying to calm him down. “I know you’re very upset about losing Larisa,” Victor inhaled sharply at her name. “But you can’t possibly blame me for her death.”

“Damn right I can.” Victor interrupted.

“I only delayed the whole help thing because there was a lot of work for us to handle here and I needed help. Besides, I knew you could make it. I was going to send them today, but Larissa was impatient.”

“There was a lot of work? You knew I could make it? Larisa was impatient?” Victor’s temper began accelerating again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He threw some stuff off his desk and yelled at him. “Was it too hard for you to send them a week ago? Am I that unimportant to you? You had ‘work’? I thought you were my friend but I guess I thought wrong. Larisa is dead because of you!”

“Okay, Victor. At first, I was trying to stay patient because I know how much Larisa meant to you and that you’re devastated about losing her. But if you want to point fingers, it’s crystal clear who’s responsible for her death here,” He paused dramatically before saying the word that Victor deep down knew was the right answer but refused to accept it.

“You.”

“Larisa worshiped you, she loved you so damn much, but you wouldn’t even pay her the least of attention. And when you did , you were only using her to make your precious wife jealous, I’m sorry, ex-wife. Did you think she was stupid not to notice your fake feelings anyways? She did and despite all that, she still thought she could make you change your mind and love her, not as a friend, but more than that. She risked her life for you. She took a damn bullet and died for you, but you’re still too dumb to realize that. She cared about you more than she cared about herself. Her own fucking self! So don’t you dare blame me, Victor. Because we both know that it was you.” The Boss said in a calm yet firm tone.