KREW
Fuck. This is a fucking disaster. It suffocates me.
She wasn’t supposed to be here. What do I do now? It was fucking hard to watch her crying, surrounded by her photographs.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I think I’m gonna die.
It must have slipped my mind to lock the drawer after I kept her notes.
“You are not supposed to see that.” I was supposed to burn these photographs before I would confess, but it was too late now.
She was startled by my voice. She did not notice me as I entered my office. I was shocked to find her here too.
I just came back from my home when I realized what I did. I screwed up. No. I fucking screwed up again. She had this way of solving my mysteries. But she shouldn’t have found it this way. She deserved an explanation. Right now, I didn't know where or how to start.
She met me with those glassy, dazed, and horror-filled gaze. “What are these? Why do you have these? Please, don’t tell me this is what I think it is?”
I pressed my lips. I blinked when my eyes started to blur and sting. I drew a deep breath and gathered all my strength, hoping my words would come out strong. “That’s what exactly it is.”
“Why?” She slumped back down. “For how long?”
“After what my brother did. I wanted to know if you’re okay.” I couldn’t tell her everything just yet.
“If I was okay? Do you really think I would believe that? Why would you watch me or check me if I was okay?”
“You became my obsession.” That one was true.
She gasped. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes widened, filled with fear. “You’ve been stalking me?”
“No.” I shut my eyes, biting my bottom lip when my chin trembled. Jesus Christ, I was losing my shit. I shook my head. “I couldn’t call it stalking. I just—”
“I heard you the first time, Krew. You wanted to know if I was okay. Do you think I would be okay with these?” She gestured to the photographs around her. “This is not okay. This is an invasion of my privacy. This is the work of a mentally disturbed person.”
“I’m not crazy, River,” I defended myself, but there was no way she would believe me right now.
“Then why I’m finding it hard to believe? Tell me one freaking reason why did you do what you did? I might be able to forgive you for doing this to me for years.” She gasped again. “You went to my apartment, did you?”
“No. I never came that close. I swear. I just—” I swallowed uncomfortably. “I just like you so much, and I felt bad for what my brother did to you, but you made it pretty clear that I shouldn’t come closer to you, and you hate my family.” I was saying another shit. “Imagine my surprise when you called my name. I had not turned around, but I knew in my heart that it was you. That was the best thing that happened in my life for a long time.”
“Do you know that someone had been stalking me?” It was the sincerest question she asked.
“No. Not until you talked.”
She scoffed. “You’re lying to me, Krew. It takes a stalker to know a stalker.”
“I told you. I just paid someone to take pictures of you, then sent them to me.”
“How did you feel when you found out that someone was stalking your sister?”
“That was a different story, River. You know that. I didn’t go to your apartment and steal your belongings. I made sure to keep myself away from you. Look at these pictures, are there any had taken in close shots? None. I knew you went out on a few dates. I know you applied for jobs. I also know that you had never been to see your father. You visited your mom once a year. Things like that.”
She stared at me with those pain and anger-filled eyes. “So the background check you told me was not true?”
Even if I held her arm, she jerked it off my grip.
I was losing her. This time, for good.
***
I ended up in the bar where she performed. My bad, she was off today. Instead of going home, I spilled my guts out to the bar owner. And I was in the worse heartbreak human could possibly feel.
“River is a sweet young woman. You made a terrible mistake, but nothing a good talk and groveling would do the tricks.”
I gulped another shot of whiskey. “I think it would not work. She told me repeatedly to stay away from her.” I rubbed my tired eyes. I was going to have an alcohol intoxication if I would keep drinking. I stopped drinking any kind of alcohol three years ago, and I might have shocked my system. I felt my world started spinning, and my gut was clenching.
“Sleep it over, son. When you’re in the right mind, that’s the time we will have this conversation. I might be able to help. She’s a good woman. You’d be lucky to have someone like her if you wouldn’t keep on messing this up. Look, I don’t know you personally, but you seem to care about her—”
“I’m in love with her. I love her so fucking much that I’d rather go to a fucking coma right now than letting her slip off my fingers for the second fucking—no third fucking time.” I even raced my hands to count. I was a fucking mess. “Yeah. You're right, I’m an asshole. A big fucking time douche, but I love her with all my senses. Can’t you believe that? Of course, you can’t, but I love her so fucking much it hurts.” I cupped my face. “Oh, man. My father would not be so happy with me cursing the old man. I just want you to know that I love River.”
“I think that’s enough.” I thought it was Kai. When I turned to the voice, it was indeed him.
“Great. Hello to the infamous brother of the year. The reason why I lost River for the first time, the second time, and the third time. He always wanted to keep everything in his fucking grasp. He wanted to control me. He thinks everything revolves around him, and he thinks he’s perfect that he knows what’s good for me, where in fact, all he cares about is nothing but his fucking cock!”
“Krew, that’s enough! You’re drunk.”
“Or what? You would take everything away from me? Well, guess what? I lost everything the moment River walked out of my pathetic life. Are you happy now? You made me believe that you were truly sorry for what you did to her, then you got in the middle of our relationship because I was happy. And you could not stand the thought that my life was getting back together, and I was happy with the woman I’d been longing to have for fucking four years! Because you’re so jealous of me that someone who accepts me as who I am, and not just my fucking fortune, you can't stand it. You should try it sometimes so that you won’t be alone in your miserable and pathetic life.”
My face just snapped to its side with the strongest blow from my brother’s fist. I thought I saw stars. He just punched me.
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