Jayden
As I stood there, my fist still clenched from the punch, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. Anger, embarrassment, and frustration all battled for dominance. I couldn’t believe Colby, of all people, was Gamer Frozen. The one person who knew my deepest secret. What the hell! What the fucking hell!
Colby’s eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he glared at me. “You’re a real piece of work, Jayden,” he spat, his voice laced with venom. “I should have known better than to trust you.”
I felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by my anger.
“You have no right to judge me, Colby,” I snarled, my voice low and even. “You don’t know anything about me.”
His expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with anger. “I know enough,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Why am I even surprised? You’re a fucking player! Meant to hurt ladies… but why your sister? Why?!”
His words cut deep, and for a moment, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. But I refused to back down. I stood my ground, my eyes locked on Colby’s. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I repeated, my voice firm.
The air was thick with tension as we stood there, our eyes locked in a silent challenge. It was clear that this was far from over.
Colby’s face twisted in anger as he grabbed my shirt, his fists clenched. “You’d better stay away from Allison,” he snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.
I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “I’ll never stay away from her, Colby. She’s my sister.”
“Your sister that you fuck?” he whispered, his eyes venomous. “And for your information, she’s my friend.”
“Your friend that you have feelings for?” I asked, cocking my head as a brief hysterical laughter escaped from my lips.
“Oh, shut it!” he snapped, his face turning red with rage. “Stay away from her, or you’ll face the consequences!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the restaurant.
That’s when I’d had enough of his bullshit. My fists clenched, and before I knew it, I was punching him in the face. Colby punched back, and we were at each other’s throats, throwing blows and crashing into tables.
People around us screamed and ran for cover, trying to get away from the brawl. However, someone called the cops, and soon the sound of sirens filled the air.
The police arrived, pulling us apart and hauling us off to the station. After what felt like an eternity, they finally let us go with a warning.
As we walked out of the station, Colby turned to me, his eyes still blazing with anger. “You’d better stay away from Allison,” he repeated, his voice low and menacing. “I’m serious about that.”
I smiled, a cold, calculated smile. “Make me,” I whispered, before turning and walking away, leaving Colby standing there, seething with rage.
I trudged through the front door, grateful to find the room empty. Yvonne had left, giving me space to vent and pour out my overflowing emotions.
I needed solitude, needed to process the chaos swirling in my head. As I entered my room, I slammed my fist into the wall, the pain barely registering. I punched it again, and again, my knuckles splitting open, blood staining the wall. I didn’t care. My heart felt heavy, like it was drowning in a sea of anguish.
What had I gotten myself into? But who does Colby think he was, threatening me like that? I felt trapped, suffocated by the weight of my own secrets.
I stripped off my clothes and stumbled into the shower, turning the faucet to ice-cold. The water cascaded down on me, a numbing balm for my frazzled nerves. I stood there, frozen, my mind a jumbled mess. I couldn’t think, couldn’t reason. All I wanted was for the pain to stop.
Eventually, I emerged from the shower, feeling no better. I collapsed onto my bed, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind a void. I had no idea what to do, no idea how to escape the toxic web I’d spun around myself.
As I lay there, my phone suddenly rang, shrill in the silence. I didn’t bother checking the ID; I just answered, putting the phone to my ear.
“What is it?” I growled, my voice deep and rough like I was ready for another fight.
There was a pause, and then a voice spoke, sending a chill down my spine. “Oh, is that how you talk to someone who knows your deepest secret now?”
My heart skipped a beat as I thought it was Colby on the other end. But then I glanced at my phone, and my gut twisted with dread. It was Victor.
“Oh, great,” I muttered, my day just getting worse.
“What do you want?” I asked gruffly.
“I want the money,” Victor replied, his voice cold and calculating. “I’ve been waiting.”
“It’s not the weekend yet,” I protested. “You promised me-”
Victor cut me off. “The weekend is in two days, and who even cares? Send me the money immediately, or I’ll upload the video I have of you.”
My blood ran cold at the threat. He ended the call, leaving me staring at my phone in horror.
Victor didn’t even waste time, immediately sending me his account number. I raised my eyes, exhausted, tired of the whole ordeal. But I knew I had no choice. I sent the money, my heart heavy with resentment.
As soon as the transfer was done, I sent Victor a message. “I’ve sent you the money.”
Victor’s response came quickly. “I’ve seen it. Good boy.”
“Don’t fucking mess with me!” I warned him.
He asked, “What does that mean?”
“Don’t call me that… Good boy or whatever. I mean it!” I replied.
“Okay then, Bad boy, Just so you know, next week I’m doubling the amount.”
My eyes widened in horror. “What? Why?” I started to type, but Victor went offline before I could even ask.
“Damn it! Fuckkk!” I yelled in anguish, slamming my hand against the floor. My knuckles throbbed in pain, but I barely registered it. I was numb, consumed by a sense of hopelessness.