Chapter 129
"What is it with you people and blackmailing me using the people that I care about?!" I yelled at him through the angry tears that were gathering in my eyes. I have had enough of this bullshit. I was frustrated. All I wanted to do was to get this competition over with so that I could be free from the blackmails coming from Cole. I didn't need another blackmailer.
If only this guy wasn't a fucking psychopath that I couldn't blackmail, I would've made him taste his own goddamned medicine ages ago. This son of a bitch needs to know where my limits are at or the next thing he knows, I'll be choking him in his sleep.
I wonder why I haven't done that after all he's done to me.
"What do you want, Dom?" I asked him in resignation. Better speak up, boy.
"I just want to apologize for what I've done to Adam. I don't know what I was doing. I'm sorry I made you upset, Case." He softly said, reaching out and started to rub my arm what I supposed was lovingly. I flinched away from him. Hurt to sprung in his eyes as I pulled my arm away from him, inching away not so subtly.
"Really?" I asked sarcastically as I rolled my eyes at his indecent apology.
"You have only just now realized how wrong it was to brainwash my boyfriend into thinking I killed his mom after I risked my own life trying to save hers? I don't even care about the technicalities. It's fucking immoral of you to even try to brainwash him." I snapped.
The thought of forgiving him alone is ridiculous. Did he really think that an apology with thoughtless words will easily win him my forgiveness? I think not. He'd better think twice before he makes that conclusion because my forgiveness might as well be non-existent.
If only he didn't kill Bryant, all of these problems might not have existed. If Bryant was still here, I would've had someone to turn to instead of drowning in fight after fight to cope with the hurt and guilt that I was feeling inside. If I didn't take street-fighting so seriously, if I hadn't been so well acquainted to it, I wouldn't have seen it as a way to help Carla and I wouldn't have injured Cole's brother. I wouldn't have endangered the people I love on the line; people that didn't deserve to have to face any of this.
But I know deep inside that I couldn't blame Dom for all of this. There was no way of knowing what would have happened in an alternate universe where he wasn't a psychopath who was infatuated with me and killed Bryant. I couldn't be sure that things wouldn't have turned out the way it did even if Bryant was still here to guide me. I couldn't even be sure that Bryant would live to see me today even if Dom didn't plan to kill him. There could have been a real drunkard waiting to crash into our car that night and it would all still play out the way it did.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn't blame Dom for every bad thing that had happened to me and that made me even more furious than I already am. It made me hate him more that I couldn't fully blame him after all the pain he had inflicted in my life.
"What? Are you going to apologize for what you did to Bryant too?" I asked sarcastically when he kept his mouth shut. I was so carried away with my emotions. When he shook his head no and opened his mouth to explain, I lost my grip on my sanity and climbed off my bike only to lunge at him in a quick flash. My fists were a flurry of punches and all I saw was the murderer of my brother who had no remorse after taking another person's life. No regret in killing his own best friend, my brother, the brother of the girl he claimed to love.
I hated him with a burning intensity.
He caught my wrists and threw me off him easily, as if I weighed nothing. I rolled on the ground to lessen the impact and ended up in a crouch facing him. I narrowed my eyes at him as I bounced on my heels, ready to attack if he tried anything funny.
"That's enough! All I wanted to do was mend our relationship. I swallowed my pride and even admitted that piece of filth as your boyfriend. Did you not see how much effort I put into that apology?" He demanded as he ran his hand through this hair and rub his scalp furiously.
"Go to hell, Dom." I spat at him as I walked backwards towards my bike. I kept him in my sights to make sure he didn't jump me when I least expected it.
"I don't understand you, Case. I tried everything to make you love me. Why won't you love me? Instead you chose that wimp of a boy." He wouldn't stop trying to reason with me and I didn't understand why he was still trying. The damage he had done was too severe to be mended.
"Try being the murderer of the brother I love." I scoffed at him, straddling my bike and turning on the engine once again. I zoomed out of there before he could process anything.
I tried to keep the tears at bay until I reached the safety of my house. Lord knows that crying while riding a bike will make you crash and die and I was definitely not ready to pass onto the other side.
When I got into the house and finished locking up, I slid to the floor with my back to the wall beside the door and started weeping like a hurt kitten. I let myself be weak for that moment and prayed that everything was going to be okay. God knows I'm only human and there's just so much I was able to take before I break.
I miss you so much it hurts, Bry.
