Page 77 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
I feel a soft hand on my cheek, wiping off the fallen tear. "I never saw you. But I know you’re the one who found me on the balcony that night because I know how you feel and I remember your eyes staring straight into mine."
I nod my head at her. "I remember picking you up and then taking you into my car and driving you to the hospital. When I got there, I demanded for someone to check you immediately. When they did, I stayed in the waiting room, waiting for them to tell me what happened. When your family arrived, they went straight inside your room and I stayed in the waiting room, ignoring all of the phone calls I was getting from my dad. He thought I was dead, and Andrew didn't call me once." When I say my brother's name I notice her flinch.
"What happened next?" she asks, disregarding her feelings.
"I waited and waited until I got news from the doctor explaining what happened to you. I told them to keep my identity a secret and they did. For the first year, everyone thought I was on some island but instead I was watching over you. For two years, I followed you around and when I found out you didn't talk anymore, I took sign language classes, the same ones you took actually. I was in the back of the class so you couldn't see me. After those two years of watching you, I knew I was fucking obsessed, and I knew I was your fucking stalker too. So, when I realized what I was doing, I left. I took a plane to the nearest island I could get to and then stayed there for a year, only to be brought back to you. I was in California and then left when you moved to Italy." When I finish, Jane doesn’t say anything to me. She just stares at me, and I can see the shock in her eyes but also the lustful look she is giving me. "So, Jane, if you ever wondered if I ever loved you or if I do love you, let me answer that question for you." I lean in closer to her so my face is right in front of her face. "I fell in love with you and was so fucking obsessed with you the moment I laid my eyes on you. I couldn't get you out of my goddamn mind Jane. You are on there, my lips, fingers, body, and my fucking heart all day every day, ever since that night at the gala," I confess.
For a second, you can only hear our breathing and I swear I feel like she can hear how fast my heart is beating.
For a second, time stops and it's just us two in the shadows. Hiding away from the world again.
And then, and fucking then, Jane leans towards me and presses her lips against mine.
My eyes close as I feel her lips move against mine. Soft, smooth, and Jane.
"I love you," I say while kissing her all the way down to her neck. "So utterly in love with you, Jane. You have ruined me." After a few minutes of just kissing, Jane and I lay down underneath the covers of her bed, with my arms wrapped around her waist and her hands holding mine. "Jane?" I whisper in her ear.
She turns her body around so that she is facing me. "Yea?"
"Who did it?" I ask softly. I know who it was. I just need her to confirm it's him so I can go and kill him. "I know who, but I need to hear you say his name. His full name."
She lets out a deep breath and her eyes lift to look at mine.
"Andrew Valentino."
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"Where the fuckare you taking me?" Andrew grunts as I pull him by his collar towards the end of the hallway.
I don't even know how many times I have walked through these hallways before. I'm at one of my father's bases that's located in Hollywood. I always get chills whenever I visit one of these bases.
My father has a kink for fucking people in these dungeons. He gets off on anything, that sadistic fuck.
I can't even fucking look at him. Every time I hear his voice my blood boils. I'm fucking furious.
I want to just kill Andrew, but I promised myself that I would kill him slowly along with my father.
I want to skip this part and go back to Jane so that I can feel her in my arms, safe and sound.
After Jane told me exactly what happened she cried, heart-shattering tears and I held her in my arms, never wanting to let her go.
My heart broke for her and there was nothing at that moment that I could do. I wanted to take her pain away and drag it down to hell along with my brother. So, the next best thing is just sending my brother there along with his favorite person so he won't be alone.
"Look man, I'm sorry." I push him to the ground. "Please, I'm your brother. Don't do this," Andrew pleads but I don't pay attention to him.
"I have a little gift for you since I knew you wouldn't want to be alone." I take off Andrew's blindfold and I can see his eyes widen as he looks at my father chained to the wall.
"What the fuck?" Andrew says before looking up at me. "What the fuck are you doing man? You can't-"
"Shut the fuck up Andrew. If I hear you talk then I'll just start skinning your tongue instead of your body. So shut the fuck up and stay down. We both know I could beat you in a fight. I mean thatiswhy dad chose me." I look down at him and I see his eyes are glossed. Good. He should be fucking crying after the shit he has done. My dad then starts laughing and shaking his head. I look at him and furrow my eyebrows. "What's up, dad?" I ask as I put on black gloves.
"It's just amazing to see you like this. I mean I feel like I'm looking at myself right now." My dad laughs again and shakes his head. "Geez, and to think that you are weak enough to side with a girl who couldn't open her legs for your brother."
I don't think. I just head over to him and take my knife out of my pocket before digging my knife in his eye and taking it out of his eye socket.
His screams fill the room as he bangs his head against the wall.
