Die. I want to die.
It hurts, it tears me apart. My body feels like it’s on fire, ripped open, torn to pieces. Screams echo relentlessly in my mind, loud and unending.
“Shut up.”
Punch.
“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!”
Kick.
My body arches in agony. I can still feel something warm trickle down my lip, and then I finally drift into the sweet, safe darkness.
I’m sorry, Nicolas…
Cedric cannot react fast enough as I grab Damien by the collar, and slam my fist into his face.
“You damn asshole, why, WHY?” My voice is hoarse and rough, and I want to kill him. I want him to pay for what he has done.
He is my best friend, damn it.
Acid rises in my throat as the images I just saw pop up again, and I strike blindly.
Why?
Betrayal courses like a poisonous snake through my veins, and all I see are those images.
“NIC! Damn it, you’re going to kill him,” Ced yells, finally pulling me away from Damien, who slumps onto my couch, dazed and covered in blood.
“No, let me! He… GODDAMN IT, HE FUCKED MY FATHER!”
Dead silence.
Cedric immediately releases me and stares at me, his face ashen.
“What? What did you say?” He looks at me in disbelief, and I run my hand over my face, trying to suppress the rage, the betrayal, the pain, but they cut into me like a sharp knife through my gut and heart.
He… my mother… Phil… goddammit.
“See for yourself.”I nod toward my laptop, then head to the bar. Needing a drink, I don’t bother with a glass and take a long swig straight from the bottle.
Fuck.
“Fuck, damn it, Dam! Why? Who the hell screwed with your head so badly that you did this?” Cedric looks at Damien, who can no longer open his right eye, but the other one starts shedding agonized tears.
Fuck. FUCKING HELL!
“He… I… didn’t want this. I… he caught me off guard when I was totally wasted, I don’t even properly remember half of it. Everything is blurry, and shit, afterward I was disgusted with myself.” His voice breaks, and inside me something breaks too.
I always knew my father was an asshole, but I had no idea just how sick and power-hungry he truly is. Still, I believe Damien and that does not make it any easier to accept.
“Henry got the footage from Richardson. He used it to blackmail your father. Then your father threatened me, saying that if I told the truth… he would send Robins after me. I… fuck.” He breaks off, but a tornado erupts inside me.
“Richardson? You meantheRichardson, the one whose computer I got these files from? The same man who made a deal with my father and was handsomely paid to keep quiet about our king sleeping with men, many men, and silencing them? The very king who called homosexuality sick and disgusting?”
That bastard is dead.
He played a double game, and is responsible for one person’s death, and drove my wife into this madness.
