You Tell Me What I Want To Hear, Not What I Don't Want To Know: Chp.1- The Tragedy
Chapter 22 : You Tell Me What I Want To Hear, Not What I Don't Want To Know: Chp. 22 - "Pete?" "Brendon?" "Ryan?" "KC?"
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December 27, 2008
I woke up. I opened my eyes and I didn't see my room. I then remembered what happened after I realized I had nothing on. I turned to my left to see Brendon. Just like my dream. "Look, I'm sorry." he whispered. "Whatever..." I said then silently cried. Suddendly the door had swung open. I was scared for who it was. It was Pete. "So, this is what you do? Sleep with Brendon? Lexy, I can't believe you! I trusted you but you took advantage of me. I'm - " I cut Pete off. "Look, I never slept with Brendon. He raped me, okay? I did nothing. He did. I was forced." I cried. "Look, Brendon, did you do this?" he said. "Well, maybe. Why?" he answered. Brendon was so mellow. "Why?!? This is the love of my life. I should care if she was raped, ya know! It's called being a good boyfriend. Something you've never been to her." Pete yelled back. "Thank you, Pete. I would never ever cheat on you. I love you too much." I answered. I finally realized the answer to my question. The question that was haunting me in my dreams, litteraly. The answer: I love Pete. Always and forever. I put on my clothes. "I'm gonna settle this before I leave." Pete yelled. He threw a punch at Brendon. Remember that Pete is a little bigger that Brendon. Brendon is a scrawny little boy. He knocked Brendon into the maple-brown desk aganst the wall. Everything was pushed off the desk. Brendon got back up. He pushed Pete and they fought back and forth. I cried. I didn't need to call police, yet. "I don't think you'll bother us again, will you? Wait, I have a better question: How do you go from my best friend to the person tat wanted to kill me?" Pete yelled. Brendon had blood coming from his lip. "Her. That's how." he answered pointing at me. "She was MINE, before you said something." he yelled. "WellI must be happier withhim cause we're still here. Nothing, not even YOU can destroy us." I said. I ran to Pete then cried in his arms. "KC, I have never had more HATE for anyone in my life. You know you love me. Why can't you see that?" he whined. "I can't see that because it doesn't exist. If you loved me then you would have never let me go. Remember two weeks ago when you said I didnt love you because Pete and I were becoing closer? What happened?" I asked. "I realized that I was being horrible is what happened. I believed that you two really didn't have that connection. But you did..." he answered. "Well, please get over it! I mean, you don't love her! You tried to kill her. Game over, dude. If you really wanted her to be happy then let her go her own way." Pete said. "I want to leave, okay?" I said to Pete. "Sure, babe." he said. "Oh and I guess this is the last time I'll ever be able to see you. So I have to tell you one thing..." Brendon said. "... I HATE YOU!" he yelled the flipped over the desk. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way..." I answered then left, crying. When I got into Pete's car he said "Babe, don't cry over him. He isn't worth your tears anyway. The one that should make you cry won't." he said. His words were so comforting. "That 'one' is you..." I whispered then looked at him. "Thanks..." he said. I smiled at him and we drove off. "Pete, I don't feel like going back home. Please don't." "Okay, so where should we go?" he asked. "Umm... a hotel?" I asked. "Okay, sure." My phone rang. Of course. Hilary. "Hello Hilary." I said. "Heyy KC. Where are you?"she asked. "Depends. Myself is in a car with Pete. My heart is with Pete's heart." I answered. "Well I eman, where were you last night?" she asked. "I'm telling you the truth. Brendon..." I trailed off. "What did he do?" she asked. "He.. h.. he raped me okay?" I yelled. "Oh my gosh. Where is he?" she yelled. "I'm not sure. At home looking stupid?" I answered. "Well he should feel bad about that..." Ryan said. "Ryan? What are you gonna do?" I asked. "I'm gonna show him what pain he caused you." he answered then the phone hung up.
4 Hours Later
"Ryan? What's up?" I said into the phone. "I, I k-killed him..." he answered.
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