Chapter 7: The Season Finale

I arrived back at the location in just enough time to get some things together for him to show up. To be completely honest with you, my mind was all over the place. I did not know what to think, what to say, or what my reaction would be because this was the person who had done everything in his power to destroy the reputation I once had. I didn’t whether to be mad, sad, spiteful, forgiving, or even do the right thing. What would you do in this situation especially when you used to be “friends” with someone for so long! I heard a noise and I ran into the corner where he couldn’t see. He was yelling, and making sounds to get the attention of the person I killed earlier. When he arrived in the room, I couldn’t help but to stare and become angry. All of those flashbacks of everything that happened from when I first arrived here up until now played in the back of my mind, but I heard a voice in my head telling me what I needed to do. Normally you would have a good angel and bad angel on both shoulders, but in my case there was a devil and a lion. I did know whether play devil’s advocate and hit him where it hurts or be a lion and kill him with my bare hands. I had that much hatred built up inside of me anything was possible at this point. As he looked around in the room, I jumped out and hit him with a sledgehammer and he fell on the floor. I put him in one of the wooden chairs in the basement and tied him up so that he couldn’t move. I had to put a black sack bag over his head because every time I looked at him I wanted to blow his fucking head off!  As I sat them and wonder what would be my next move, he woke up. I took the bag off of his face. Well, look at you. You look so scared right now. I thought we were best friends Stephen. I thought that I could trust you with everything, but I was naïve to believe everything you said. He started to baffle and stutter on his words. All he could say was that he had some fucked up ways. He has always been fucked up in the head. When he first saw me on campus, he knew that I would be destined for great things. And that made him jealous of me. He wanted to solidify that all of the things he worked hard for those four years he was at Brown would be guaranteed his. He did not want to see a freshman take everything from him that he had worked hard for. I had to let him know that he did not even know me. He never even gave me a chance to help him get to where he needed to be. I did not want to be in the spotlight. I have never been the spotlight type of person. You ruined my life. You took everything I worked hard for, and basically used it against me. That’s not what friends do! And you know what, Revenge will definitely be mine! He kept asking please don’t do anything that you will regret! Oh, this is something I would never forget. I cut him in the stomach just enough so that he would bleed slowly and not die... I untied him and laid him on the floor. Blood was gushing on the floor.   Everything that you have ever done to me, you will get back to you. Enjoy life on the other side motherfucker!  I took the edge of the door and started to slam my hand in the door until it was broken. I was so used to pain I could not feel anything anymore. I took his hand and started hitting me repeatedly in the face. I smashed my head into the wall hard enough to start bleeding.  And that’s where I am now. Looking at him bleed on the floor. I did not care if he died right then and there. All of the things that he had put me through, I had managed to escape in my head forever. I got him and his crew back for everything they did to people on campus for no apparent reason. As I laid on the floor, I dialed 911 and was screaming, Please help me! I was taken hostage and I had to defend myself. I gave the police officer the address, and they came as soon as possible. I was in so much “pain” I had to play everything off. The police asked me questions about what happened and I gave them the answers I knew that they needed to hear.  Later that night, you could hear that they had a put out a missing person report on the three gentlemen who had allegedly disappeared that night. In my head I was laughing hysterically. The police decided to do a heavy investigation on the events that happened that night. Stephen did not die. He managed to live. I never wanted him to die, but I want the bastard to suffer like I did. All of that trauma will live with me forever. The police did an investigation, and found out that Stephen had ashes in his bedroom of the victims that went missing (evil laughs). His fingerprints were on the phones, the clothes, and there was a trace of blood from his tennis shoes that disappeared from his room that night. Yes, it was me. I set that mother fucker up! I want him to pay for everything he has ever done. Everything that I stole from his room had DNA on it, and I knew the right people to get the job done. Don’t ever underestimate an underdog because we will fuck up your entire life. The trial date was two weeks later, and we all had to go into the courtroom with some of the officials from the University. When I got on the stand, I gave one hell of a performance that would make Viola Davis acting go to dust. I did everything in my power to make him suffer. He looked at me in my eyes and was so mad that I thought that he would jump out of the chair and do something to me. There was absolutely nothing he could do at this point. The judge found him guilty of assaulting me, and killing three of his friends. He had to serve life in prison without the possibility of parole. I left the courtroom not feeling bad about what I did. I may be going to hell for everything that I did, but that one way ticket would be worth the fire that was about to be put on Stephen’s ass. He could be someone’s bitch in jail. Everything that he thought he wanted was taken away from him. I eventually left Brown, and went to seek counseling and help. The only person I talk too on the regular is Marvin. I forgave him for everything, and just decided to give him a clean slate.  I knew I was fucked up in the head, but I was not the fucked up to where I did not know what I was doing. He brought out the worst possible traits about me that I did not know I had in me. That beast was something else. Never fuck with a person who has gone through things. It could be your worse fucking nightmare