SESENTA Y CUATRO

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"I have no idea why you're acting this way but...tell me what I have to know. What did Demorte say?" I went straight to the point.

He didn't say a word but kept driving.

"Bran...I'm talking to you." I said and he didn't reply. He just kept driving which was becoming annoying. I tried to keep calm so I wouldn't over react.

"What the hell are you doing? Why aren't you saying anything?"

He opened his mouth to speak. "What's your address?"

"That's not the answer to my question."

He then raised his voice. "What's your fucking address?!"

I wanted to shout back but I thought that what if he just wanted to take me far away from Demorte's reach so I wouldn't kill him when he tells me that Demorte is the culprit.

I chuckled. He didn't understand how serious I was about this whole murder. "Picras street, house number ten." I said and rested my back on the seat.

After that short conversation, we said nothing to ourselves. Silence filled the car to the extent that if a pin fell, we would have heard it loudly. I tried to be patient so I could see the end result of what Bran was doing. I turned to look at him who was still staring at the road with a straight face. He didn't even say a word and that hurt a little. I shrugged it off and turned to see that we had entered my street.

I was more than excited when he stopped the car infront of my house. At last, he was going to spill, as I thought. Watching him closely, he got a key out of his pocket and stretched over to unlock the cuffs. I smiled. "Thanks."

"Good night." He said looking at the tiled road.

What?!! I was patient all this while for nothing?! I cleared my throat. "No. Tell me what you guys discussed."

"I aint telling you shit so leave." He spat back. That was so rude! Although, I've been very rude to him countless times today.

"You shouldn't have hand cuffed me! You should've let me go if this was going to be your reaction! Who killed my father?! What did he say?!"

"If you don't leave...I will." He said and I rolled my eyes. "That's your bloody business! Tell me now or I'll..."
At that instant, he got out of the car and began to walk away.
My breathing quickened and I was very furious. I couldn't believe that I was this close to knowing the murderer and all Bran could do was to keep it from me. Damn!

I rushed out of the car and held his hand then, he stopped walking. "You promised that you'll help me find this killer. Why the hell are you acting this way?"

He removed his hand from my hold and continued walking like nothing had been said to him.

Damn!

Shit. I was so angry that, I couldn't think straight. The fact that it was someone I had fallen in love with made it even more painful. Tears began to roll down my cheeks when I thought of the times I was there for him. When he lost Charlie, I was there. When he needed help in killing Jennifer as a punishment, I was fucking there!

I shook my head and decided to make him pay for this pain he had caused me. Yes! He would go through this same feeling. It was a horrible thing to do but I was ready to do it and by the way, it was the truth which he needed to know.

Bad timing? I don't give a fuck!

Then, I said. "Yeah...go home to your mother who's cheating on your father with his fucking best friend!!!"

You will never know the power of yourself until someone hurts you badly.

It was as if time just stopped and everything around me became static except one thing which was Brandon. He turned and all I could see were his red eyes. Those were the same eyes he had when he lost Charlie, his friend. Fuck me.

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