Monica. (When Life Takes A Wrong Turn Series #1)

Chapter 13: Broken Trust.

The cool water bathed my feet, just like an immaculate dancer who was perfect at what they do, it twirled backwards and forwards. It's moves, waves, the rhythm of its sounds spread ecstasy as they kissed my feet magically sending peace and tranquility down my soul, so cool and refreshing it was as it reached my heated heart and forced a sigh of relief out my lips.

The warm sun coruscating on my skin and the cool breeze encompassing me sent me comfort and peace. It made me relax and unlocked the manacles of pressure I was wearing earlier. Like a generator made to power a factory, my surrounding reinvigorated me and helped straightened my thoughts, pushing them from the abyss to the light.

School had been exhausting today, what had exhausted me mostly in school apart from notes, classwork and quizzes had been Nick. He had been in every class I had and it had taken everything in me not to assault him whenever our eyes met. I wasn't as destructive as this morning but if my barriers were taken and Nick was in my presence it wouldn't take much to make him bleed. Instead of going home a roaring demoness —to listen to more talks about angelic Brenda which by the way would end with one person in jail and the other in coma— I decided to visit that beach Nick had taken me to once upon a time when we were friends. Only because I wanted to relax and be alone, and the beach seemed like the only place that can help clear my mind and get me in the right direction.

I had been elated to find the beach empty, perfectly free from other humans. For hours I had been alone listening to my thoughts and the amazing waves of the ocean. Being surrounded by people and listening to Pondy and Angel talk nonstop on Nick's injuries was tormenting.

The moment Nick walked into school, news had been spread about his injuries. When I told Pondy and Angel that his cuts and bruises where the product of my anger they had been euphoric. But, mostly they had hated him for snapping my wrist —I had explained to them how I visited the clinic after my fiasco with Nick to discover that my wrist was dislocated not broken and after some groaning and screaming it got back in position— they had been buoyant to know I was fine but still they loathed that he caused me temporary pain and didn't care about the injuries I caused him.

Taking a deep breath I stared at the ocean listening to it's rambunctious waves that sounded like an army of soldiers in the battle field as the waters clashed together. I could discern the clanking of swords against each other as the soldiers fought with their might and hear the gunshots as a part of the ocean roared defeated, while the other part gave a shout of victory.

Hungry and tired of witnessing the war the ocean was having, I dragged myself to the hut before me where my shoes were waving at me. Already satisfied with the hours I spent alone I walked poignantly to the hut, positive I wouldn't be tempted to slash Nanny's throat when she speaks about her daughter.

Ambling into the hut to get my shoes my mind drifted back to that time when Nick and I had visited this beach. I vividly recalled our laughter, talks and how carefree he had made me feel and now it hurts that person never existed...

Don't dare go down that lane! Get your shoes and vamoose out of here!

Sitting on a chair I grabbed my socks and shoes, slowly putting them on my right foot. The warmth I felt from the hut twisted my mind back to that perfect day and how I had been excited to find someone who was struggling with the same thing as me. Despite my phobia for strangers, I had lowered my walls and let him in but now all I got in return were tons of atrocious lessons summed up...

Just great!!

Despite knowing that trust was a weapon, once we hand it to people we hand them the power to hurt us to our deepest cores way more than pistols, daggers and knives can. Despite knowing this I handed Nick that weapon and he made sure he stabbed me repeatedly till I was dead.