Chapter 57
"I knew it!" Sonia yelled aloud and I sighed in defeat whilst watching her jump around, seeming ecstatic from the information she just gained and will probably hold over my head. Levy casted a concerned glance my way, voicing his thoughts, "Am I missing something here?"
The glare I threw him was enough to burn anyone to charcoal ash in seconds. Sonia had this triumphant look on her face that I had the overcoming urge to mess up so bad that my mind jumped at the idea by filling itself with images on the best ways to make her suffer.
I shook the thoughts away as soon as they slithered into my head. This is even worse than what I had in mind. Out of all the people on Earth that could've found out, it just had to be her. The world can't possibly be any crueler than this.
Sonia was wearing the perfect definition of a slut outfit. She didn't usually wear these kinds at school but I guess she thought that an illegal street fighting competition gathering would be the perfect den to hunt for meaty men.
She was wearing red plaids, smaller than what should fit her and the bottom of the button down was tied into a knot right underneath her rack, creating the ‘practically hanging out boobies' effect. She paired it up with a high waist shorts that only covered half of her ass. Not only that, to top the whole slutty outfit, she was wearing red stilettos pumps.
I mean, who in their right mind would wear fucking stilettos into an illegal street fighting arena? I get that she was probably trying to get laid that night but stilettos, really? It was the definition of a double edged sword. It could either end your life by breaking your neck or your foot but you get injured any ways or it could help you defend yourself by causing some poor dude the inability of being a father with one kick. But one wrong footing and BAM! You're out.
Not wanting to hang around any longer, I turned by my heels and stalked out of there. Why couldn't Levy bang some other slut? Why couldn't he be a decent dude and just wait till marriage or something? Why couldn't Sonia just keep her damned legs close? While I walked, these things just decided to start popping into my head, the possibilities of avoiding this moment from happening. One of these days, I was sure I was going to have a major migraine.
"Hey, Pixie, why didn't you tell your best friend who you really are, if he's such a good friend, huh? I bet Adam doesn't even know who you truly are or what you do in the middle of the night. Hell, I bet your loving parents didn't even know what their sweet innocent little girl do half of the time she goes scurrying off into the night!"
Sonia wasn't holding back, that was for sure. She yelled into the night like there was no tomorrow and her words halted the next step I was about to take away from this God forsaken place. I had enough trouble. This bitch should stick her nose up someone else's shit. I turned around with a murderous look in my eyes and that was exactly when my conscience decided to be the devil in disguise, perching on my shoulder and started whispering deviously into my ear, riling me up to feed it with the satisfying stench of blood.
Now that she knows about your secret, don't you think it just adds up to another reason why you should beat her up? Remember what she did to Adam just hours ago, Case. Remember what she's done to you all these years, how you've let her walked all over you. Now that she knows, what's holding you back, huh?
I could feel my self-restraint slipping away from the grasp and I tried to catch it with buttery fingers, holding on to it for just another second. I stalked up to Sonia, grabbed her by the collar of her two sizes too small plaids and brought our faces dangerously close towards each other.
"What I do and what I don't do is none of your concern, Sonia. I don't care what you do because if you think that I'm going to quiver at your feet after you saw me fight, then you are duly mistaken. If you are going to try to hold this over my head then you must have been watching too much movies because I am nothing like those airheads."
The smirk on her face remained, seeming that she still thought she had the upper hand.
"Oh, but I do. I know all about your illegal secret and one word to the police, you're screwed." She stated simply, seeming smug about the whole ordeal.
"And that, princess, is where you're wrong. This is going to work to my advantage because now, I have nothing to hide and if you decide to go running to the police about this. What are you going to tell them? That you went to an illegal street fighting place to watch the fight go on? Do you have proof? No, you don't. So if I were you, I'd watch who you yap these things to," I growled at her face, releasing my grip on her and letting her stumble on her own foot.
The smirk was long gone and I could see the fear that I struck upon her through her eyes. She tried to conceal the look with a veil of shock but the damage was done.
"Was that a threat?" Her voice carried a slight tremble and I finally got a grip on my anger. Shaking my head no, I looked straight at her.
"It was simply an observation and a piece of advice," was all I decided to reply with. I turned around and strolled to my bike to get out of there, wondering what Levy might think after what he just found out.
***
When I got back to the house, I plopped down onto my couch and thought about the problems that have been popping up lately. This year was mind blowing, and it wasn't the good type either.
I groaned, thinking it all over.
First off, I've got the major problem of having Dom and that Quentin dude up my ass, fessing up on the fact that they plotted the car crash to purposely kill my brother. I don't even know how Dom came to such a dark path in his life. I mean, a while back, if I even so much as thought about hitting someone, Dom would be the first to stop me and tell me that it wasn't worth it.
The idea that Dom even thought about such things was outrageous and bizarre but to hear him confess such an act was mind boggling and unbelievable. This was sweet ol' Dom we're talking about. He wouldn't hurt me in any way, especially as to go as far as killing Bryant. He had always been with Bryant. Those two were glued by the hip. He was basically Bryant's second in command. If the change had happened after the crash and if his anger was directed to me instead, I would've understood.
Listening to Maddison's spiteful words were enough to brace me for any more insults and blames. But to think that the objective of driving Dom into committing such a crime was an infatuation towards me, out of all people was just- stupid.
I sighed heavily. This was all so complicated.
Not to mention baldy and scowl-face up on my ass.
Then, I've got Penelope and Sonia to deal with. I've long disregarded Maddison. I've turned numb towards the bitter feeling and the hatred she felt for me. The throbbing ache in my heart every time I look into her familiar striking grey eyes had reduced to a dull ache. A faint reminder of what Bryant's departure from this world had left her to become.
Then there was Adam. He wasn't a problem, far from it. I know I cared deeply for him and helping his mother was nowhere near categorized as trouble in my list but it was something worth worrying about. Every time I arrived to that God forsaken place to fight, my heart skipped a painful beat to remind me of what would happen if I failed in winning that fight. I needed to climb my way to the top. I had to fight my way to cure her. I had to help her. I had to help Adam.
There was no question or doubt in it. That kiss was another reason for me to fight. I will not let that boy experience the pain of losing someone you love. I cannot lose that prize.
I breathed in deeply. Baby steps, Case, one step at a time, one foot after the other. My brain gripped onto that and I racked my mind for the first problem I can think of solving right now. I exhaled the breath I was holding and took my phone out, calling someone I knew I owed an apology to and braced myself, making sure to discard my ego.
Well, here goes nothing then.
