Alejandro
I opened the door to the warehouse and flicked on the lights. Jason was sitting on the chair, his mouth duck taped and his eyes blind folded.
Just the sight of him makes me angry.
I let out a sigh. "Its nice that you waited." I approached him and he started to mumble.
"Lo siento, let me take this off." I ripped the tape off of his mouth. "Fuck!" He yelled.
"Alejandro is that you? I knew you were in some fucked up shit." He grunted still trying to get of the ropes tied around his hands and ankles.
"And knowing this, you still tried me." I took off the blind fold.
I placed my hands on the forearms of the chair and leaned in. "What I'm going to do to you, its going to hurt and I'm going to enjoy it." I growled.
I walked over to the table next to us and put on my brass knuckles. "You doing all this for Layla? She's just a slut."
I balled my hands into a fist making sure I had a tight hold on the golden brass knuckles "You have a lot of fucking nerve to talk shit in the predicament your in." The sound of my fist connecting with his face was satisfying.
"You like to hit fucking bitches Jason?!" I shouted and sent my fist flying again, again, and again. With each blow blood splashed through the air and his screams filled the empty warehouse. No one was coming to save him and nobody was here to stop me.
I stopped and let out a deep breath, his head dropped low and all you could hear was him slightly wheezing. "How does it feel?" I questioned.
"Huh?" I knocked him on the head. "How does it fucking feel..." no answer.
I let out a chuckle, "Come on Jason I need you to answer me. I know you can answer me, talking all that shit before."
"St..." he let out.
"WHAT?! Speak up!" I angrily shouted and sent my fist flying, connecting with his jaw.
"S-Stop, ple..please...."
I took a step back laughing, "Stop?"
"Dios míos the irony!" I laughed my way back to the tray and started to wipe the blood off of my face with a rag.
"I didn't even know you knew what that word meant, Because I'm pretty sure Layla begged for you to stop." I grabbed a water bottle and cracked it open and took a sip, "Ahh! Did you want some, no?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"You know," I grabbed a chair and pulled it in front of him and sat down. "I always wondered how you kept a beauty like Layla, I just couldn't fucking figure out! No matter how many times I tried to wrap my head around it... I couldn't come to a single conclusion, but now.... Now I know why. She was scared to fucking death of you."
He was still silent, I placed my finger on his forehead and pushed his head up, I couldn't tell if he was dead or not because his eyes were swollen shut. I let go and his head dropped low.
I let out a disappointed sigh. "Damn man. Star of the town, and you couldn't keep a girl without raping and hitting them. When those videos get out, you are fucking screwed. I wonder how mommy and daddy are going to get you out of this situation."
His head shot up, "W-What?" He stuttered.
I smirked, so he didn't know. "W-What?" I mocked.
"The whole world is going to know what you did. How you had to blackmail women into loving you. All of those girls are going to fuck you up, worse than this! And let me tell you this," I leaned in, "I have people on the inside, they aren't very kind to rapist."
"N-N-No! Its that fucking bitch Layla, this is her fault!" He panicked.
"Welp," I got up from my seat and kicked the chair to the side, "Back to it." I continued to punch him again.
"Alejandro!" I turned around to see my dad and Leandro.
I shoved Jason back and the chair hit the ground with a loud thump.
"I told everyone to leave. Why does nobody ever fucking listen to me?" I huffed, catching my breath.
"You've been at this for two hours, at this rate you're going to kill him." Leandro stated.
"Maybe thats the point." I kicked him hard in his side. "To kill this piece of shit."
"Thats not what you want." My dad said.
I scoffed. "How do you know what I want." I grabbed my gun and pointed it at Jason.
"I know that you want to be with Layla. You can't be with her if you do this." I heard his footsteps coming closer to me but I didn't take my eyes off of Jason. I clenched the gun tighter, "I can't let him go free."
"He won't. The girls went to the police station."
"Even Layla?"
"Yeah."
I grabbed my phone, just to be hit with 1 missed call from Layla and a message.
Layla: I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore. I'm messed up and used up. I'll be an embarrassment once all of this gets out, and you probably want sex, but I can't give that to you. I don't even want you to see me... You wouldn't want to anyway. I'm so ugly and skinny and I don't even think it's worth living anymore. It's my fault everything... My mom, being with Jason, getting in the way of everything you have going on, almost getting you killed. We should end this, you will be better off without me.
Goodbye, Alejandro.
No.
No.
No.
"No, no!" I shouted, frantically trying to call her.
Straight to voicemail.
Layla
*2 hours earlier*
The cold hands of Officer Jacobs made me flinch as she tilted my head to the left, to get a better view of my bruised neck.
She took a picture.
"Please turn around."
I turned around facing the walls and she took pictures of my back.
Once Alejandro dropped me off, I read the messages Roxy had left and I thought to myself I have to go through with it, I made it this far, I shouldn't stop now.
