The Hunt

[29] Apologies And Misconceptions

"First of all, I'm sorry I kissed you. I just had to make sure Hector didn't think I was telling you anything, you know?" he said, frowning.

"No I'm sorry I don't know." I shook my head, frustration seeping through my words, "I mean, no one has ever kissed me to... it's just stupid." I scowled, looking away when I realized that what I was about to say wasn't going to make any sense.

I was incredibly relieved and I mentally thanked God that the kiss meant nothing to the both of us. I didn't want his 'feelings' to ruin what we had as friends. Especially that we're friends with Amelia and somehow I would feel like I betrayed her because, well... It's quite obvious.

My thoughts began moving faster than my mouth and I couldn't really form any words because of how much anger consumed me. It was best to calm down and not to be blinded by confusion.

"I'll start slow." He bit his bottom lip then stood in front of me. "What do you think of Hector?"

"He's a good man." I shrugged. "He didn't really do anything to hurt me, plus he took me back from the arena while you were watching me fight for my life. Either it was for food, or for respect." I clenched my fists, reminiscing how hard it was for me to blend in (which didn't happen). How hard it was for me to feel safe when I was with a group of people who didn't care.

"What exactly did he tell you about me, Felicity?" he shouted, slamming his palm against the desk of his office, making me lightly flinch.

"The truth. He told me the truth. You want to know why I'm so sure?" I didn't wait for him to respond, "that day at the cafeteria when you, when you were picking kids or whatever, you were all cold and heartless-"

"Then just let me-"

"No," I cut him off, "that day, you watched people scream and cry. You watched a sister beg for her younger sister's life. You watched kids with fear in their eyes hold onto their loved ones. You watched friends hug their friends for the last time. All that, and you say, let me explain. What could you possibly say that would make your situation any better?"

He was standing there__mouth shut__so I continued. "You saw us get our lives sold in front of your own eyes and you didn't do anything to help." I turned around, taking deep breaths in to calm myself down.

"Listen Brandon, what went on between you and I doesn't affect what you did to those kids. It's all shit to me... and my hatred for you only started when you gave those kids away. Not when you couldn't wait to inject me with Pantoshit or whatever." I was kinda relaxed by now.

Yes, he was pretty hurt by what I told him but I felt like a troubling weight had been lifted off my shoulders. He needed to face his actions and I'm more than glad I did that for him.

Don't get me wrong, there is still a lot more shit he did, more specifically, the consequences of what he caused. But I didn't feel the need to verbalize them because I think he already knows the outcome.

"I understand." He nodded. "But I promise, I did this for you." His eyes met mine and my look softened. He was holding back tears which was kinda unnatural of him since he always takes out his pain in form of anger. He never holds his distress back. Never.

I couldn't sympathize though. A part of me did but the other part thought of Nick, Sarah, Kenric and all of the others who pretty much will have the same ending sooner or later.

Life is too cruel, but sometimes, we're even more cruel. And then, we cry out and say that life is crushing us even though we're the ones who asked it to.

Brandon did that all on his own. Look at him now.

The electronic door beeped open and I turned to meet the person who came in.

Amelia stared deeply into my eyes, her mouth so little agape. "Felicity," she whispered, still standing in her place by the doorframe.

"Amelia come in and close the door," Brandon ordered and Amelia obeyed, keeping a huge distance between her and I by staying next to the now locked door.

"I could feel the tension and it's making me uncomfortable," she said, grimacing.

"Well that's what happens when you let me do it on my own, Amelia." Brandon sounded angry, but at the same time scared. It's good to know he still has emotions.

I mean, sending supposedly forty-eight kids was going to be a heartless move from him. Not that sending ten to the arena wasn't cold either, both situations are equally disgusting and very disappointing.

"It would've been suspicious to Hector if we three hadn't made up and were all gossiping in your office." She paused a little before pursing her lips and nodding to herself. "Yeah, sounds odd to me."

"FYI, we didn't make up," Brandon stated, completely ignoring the fact that I was legit standing next to him. "She only blamed but never stopped and listened."

"Okay, that's incredibly rude of you and it's making me want to punch you in the face," I said, glaring daggers at him.

"Didn't punch Aiden when he had you pressed up against that tree," he retorted and I looked away, taking a deep breath in.

"Brandon-"

I interrupted Amelia, "that's something different. Aiden has always been a dick-"

"Not when he killed the guy who tortured your brother," Brandon shouted and I gasped. I don't know if it was about the fact that Brandon was bold enough to mention Zane or that Aiden was the one who shot that arrow that night.

I can never forget how I felt when that arrow pierced the guy's chest. I felt like someone actually cared about my family. To know that someone__could be Aiden__tried to save a loved one of yours is really a blessing.

"This is the problem, Felicity. You never wait for the truth. You just get or say whatever the fuck you want but never wait for an explanation. You blame and blame, then say it's not your fault-"

I cut him off, "That's not true-"

"You're doing it right now!" he exclaimed.

"How is it my fault that someone like you sent me to an arena to die? What did I do wrong that proves what you're claiming?" I shook my head.

"Aiden is the biggest example of what I mean."

"What does Aiden have anything to do with this?" I yelled, exasperated.

"That guy protected you. He tried saving your brother-"

"But didn't interfere when his father was killing our parents," I stated, making him shut up. "Weren't you the one who kept pacing back and forth in the hold?"

"Felicity what he's saying is you never listen," Amelia intervened.

"Even if I don't, why does he keep bringing Aiden up?" I turned to face her, "if he can't find something I did to him and give me a strong reason that would make me reconsider things, then he shouldn't have to run his mouth to Aiden for help."

"If I ever did anything wrong, trust me when I say, I would apologize. But I just... can't remember," I said, "and I want you to remind me, Brandon. Remind me of something, anything."

This was a challenge. It's hard to look at someone and wait for them to slam you with a bunch of shit you did. But if it means finding out the truth, then so be it.

A/N I don't have anything to say... Just stay peaceful lol✌❤