Chapter 30

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Chad's POV

It was nearly six in the morning and I had polished another Corona. Micah had called Raul's mobile four times since the text message I sent, and I had been in the verge of picking it up. She eventually gave up and sent him a response, "Please call me, I really need to talk with you. Please call me as soon as you get this message. I love you."

Turning the ringer off, I lay down on the futon.


"Bastard," I whispered.


At that very moment, I loathed Raul. He wasn't different to Sophia. My heart went out to Micah and what she was about to go through, when she found out about Raul's transgression. I knew she would, the truth always has a way of coming out sooner or later, and she will probably suffer the same torment that I had. I hated Raul because he was causing me to relive my agony. To feel the pain, anger and the humiliation all over again!

I kept being dragged back into this hell! My anger continued to fuel itself and I wanted to wake Raul just to physically release my rage on him.

Regaining my composure, I made my way to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face. As hard as it was, I forced myself to try and be objective. Raul is my bestfriend, almost like a younger brother and he had turned to me in his hour of need. Yet, a part of me yearned to pick up the phone and tell Micah. I was disgusted and was losing respect for him. I hated having him in my home. I despised being forced into such a conflicted circumstances. He didn't deserve to be forgiven. He didn't deserve to be with Micah, and she deserved to know the truth.

Torn apart from within, I looked at myself in the mirror. My grip tightened on the sink. An all too familiar feeling ran through me. I had felt this anger, hate and confusion and it was worse this time. I wanted justice for myself, also Micah deserved justice too.

I rapidly made my way to the table and picked up the phone, and for a few seconds, all I could do was stare at the digits. Twisting open the bottle cap, I gulped down the beer and started to dial Micah's number.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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