3I lay in my bed, in the dark, smoking a cigarette and holding the phone in my hand, staring at it. I wanted to call her. I needed to hear her voice. She'd made it perfectly clear to me that she never wanted to talk to me again. She said that she didn't love me anymore, but after what happened last week, I knew it wasn't true. She still loved me. She'd looked me in the eye and told me she loved me after we had sex that night. But she'd been avoiding me ever since, and today was Valentine's Day. I knew what she was doing. Her loser boyfriend, Nic, would be coming over and he'd take her out to some lame gore fest movie and a dinner at McDonalds. Then they'd go back to her place and fuck for a couple hours before her parents got home from some stupid business trip. She was so in love with him, and I didn't understand why. He didn't love her. All he wanted was her body. He was in love with sex, not her. And when he didn't get what he wanted from her, he got violent. She tried to hide the bruises and she thought that people didn't notice them, but I sure did. When she came into school that one day with a black eye, I knew who had done it. She thought that he would stop hitting her. She believed him when he said he would stop drinking and using drugs. She was so naïve. She was so blinded by love, or what she thought was love, that she hadn't yet realized what a liar he was. She thought she knew him inside and out, but she didn't have a clue. Nobody knew him as well as I did. He was my fucking brother, and he had taken away the love of my life. He couldn't bare to see me happy. He had to have what I had, and he had gotten it. But I was going to get her back tonight. I was going to destroy him.
My heart was racing as I dialed her number. I broke out into a sweat. She was the only girl I had ever met that made me nervous. If you looked at her, you would probably automatically assume that she was some stuck-up bitch that wouldn't give you the time of day unless you looked like something out of a fashion magazine and had money coming out of your ass. But she wasn't like that. She was so beautiful, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. She was angelic looking, with these bright sparkling blue eyes and long, pin straight blonde hair that cascaded down her back. I loved her hair. It was so soft and silky, and it always smelled sweet, like vanilla. "Hello? …Hello?!"
I nearly panicked when I heard her voice. At first, I couldn't say anything. I was breathing heavily. I wanted to hang up, but couldn't. I needed to speak to her. This was my only chance. "Ugh, is this Josh? Where'd you get my number from?" Josh? That fat nerd from her English class? I almost laughed. Like he'd really have the balls to calls her. "Its me." I said softly. I was shaking. "…Kyle…" she didn't sound amused anymore.
"Please, don't hang up. I really need to talk to you."
"About what? Kyle, there's nothing to talk about. It's over. We're over. We've been over for months."
"Oh, but there's plenty to talk about!"
"I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I told you not to call me anymore. I'm sick of you harassing me. This has to stop. Move on, Kyle-"
"But I need you in my life. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about being with you. I love you."
"Kyle, please. Don't say that. Don't say that you love me. We're not together anymore, and-"
"That night, last week…you're the one that called me and told me what Nic had done…you said you needed me, that you wanted to be with me again and you said you loved me, that you always had!"
"It was a mistake, Kyle. I was drunk, I-" She said my name like it was a disease, but she'd been moaning it just last week.
"How can you say that? I love you. I always have loved you, and I'm not going to stop. Why can't you realize what a loser Nic is? He doesn't love you! All he wants you for is sex. Don't think I don't notice the bruises, Angel. I do. I know they're from him. And I know he doesn't love you."
"Stop it. Please. Stop, Kyle." She was upset. Her voice was shaky and she sounded like she was about to burst out crying any second. "You don't know what you're talking about. Nic loves me, and I love him. I'm not in love with you anymore."
"But I don't believe that. If you were so in love with my brother, what happened that night wouldn't have happened."
"You could never understand how I feel", she whispered, and I could hear the hurt in her voice. "Why do you have to make me feel so fucking guilty all the time? It's not like I planned for what happened with Nic to happen…it just happened…I loved you. You were my first love, my first everything. But things change. I changed. I met Nic. I'm in love with him, Kyle. Can't you just accept that and be happy for me?"
I was disgusted, angry, confused, and hurt. She said that she had loved me, but she had changed and that she had fell in love with my brother. I believed that if she hadn't have met him, that we would have still been together. "I have no reason to be happy for you. You screwing my sleaze ball brother, who treats you like dirt. When will you realize that he doesn't love you? When you end up dead? You have no idea what he's capable of."
"I'm done Kyle. Do you understand me? This conversation is done…we're done…I tried really hard to be understanding, I knew its been hard for you these past few months and all, but I can't do this anymore…I should be happy. I'm in love. But all I can think about is you, and how bad you make me feel…I shouldn't have to feel this way, and I shouldn't even be thinking about you. You scare me. You need to move on." Her composure was finally shaken. Throughout almost the entire conversation, she'd remained pretty calm, despite the fact that she didn't want to talk to me, until now. I was sure that after she hung up on me, she would call Nic right away and cry, telling him how I had upset her, just so he would drop what he was doing with his stoner friends and go and be with her to make her feel better. Nobody could say no to her. "It's easy for you to say move on", I muttered, "Because you already have. I haven't. I'm still in love with you."
"Goodbye, Kyle", and she hung up. I was numb, emotionless. She'd been so cold. All she cared about was herself. Nic had changed her. But it wasn't over. Tonight, I would prove to her just how much I loved her.
I shouldn't have gone to her house that night. What would happen there, I would forever regret. I probably would have turned back, gone back home and slowly, but painfully, forgotten her if Nic's beat up old Mustang hadn't been in the driveway, and the front door that was wide open. I let myself in quietly and was greeted by darkness, and silence. I knew that they were upstairs, in her room, and I knew that they were fucking, because that was the only thing that they did. That was probably the only reason why Nic had come over here in the first place…not to take her out for a romantic evening, but just to get what he wanted and leave, like he always did. I hated him, so much. I hated him even more because he was my brother and brothers weren't supposed to do the things he did. A brother wasn't supposed to steal your girlfriend. But my brother wasn't a brother, he was a piece of shit. But I hated him even more than I already did when I walked into that room and saw him making love to my Angel, and the roses that he had gotten for her that were placed on the night stand. The sight of those roses made me sick. There moans of pleasure soon turned to screams of terror. He pleaded, begged for me not to do it. I don't think I had ever seen him scared in his entire life. But now he had a gun pointed at him, and he was sobbing, whimpering like a fucking little pussy not to do it. He even had the nerve to say he was sorry. That was when I shot him, right in the heart. I killed my own brother. The only thought that was going through my mind was, Why did I wait so long? I had a big grin on my face as I watched Nic's dead body collapse onto Angel; she was hysterical, holding Nic in her arms and sobbing, "Why! Why! Why did you have to do this!"
She looked so sexy covered in all that blood.
"Goodbye, my love…see you in hell." Was what I said before I killed her.
I'd finally moved on.
Note: I haven't written anything in a while. This is the first story I've submitted to FP in almost a year. I worked really hard on it, and I'll probably be doing some editing. Reviews are appreciated!