I'LL HAVE MY REVENGE

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EVREN's POV

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"SHIT, WHAT AM I WAITING FOR?" I let my thoughts take over my words, biting the tip of my tongue as I stare at both my hands hugging the dump material of the leather steering wheel cover.

It's getting late, I watch through the glassy windows of the car the city lights rising up while the background grows darker and a feeling of emptiness washes over the ambience.

Don't stress Evren, you got this.

I breath slowly, sliding my right hand to open the glove compartment, making contact with a small sharp object. It's not your first time carrying a knife, so chill out.

Holding the blade, I make the effort for it to stay hidden under my clothes, between the high back of my jeans and the loose t shirt I'm wearing.

I watch my figure on the car mirror, disapproving the look of stress my smudged eyes reveal, a surge of anxiety in them. I have got nothing to loose, right? So why am I this nervous?

The disposable car I am driving has been turned off for almost half an hour now, while I waited for someone suspicious to appear next to the Starbucks coffee placed on DownRiver street. But I haven't notice something out of the ordinary, not no one direction their steps for the entrance of a corner with no way out.

Did he or she really think I'd be the first to put my face out there without even taking a glimpse at the person I'd met? Seems like a trap to me, meeting up with a stranger at 9pm who apparently has something on me. I hate the feeling knowing that I got to be careful this time around.

My fingers run through my iPhone, opening the message I received a few hours earlier.

"ps: or else, people might figure out
you lied three years ago ;)"

I gulp, anxiously eyeing at the letters glowing from the device. No fucking way, there's absolutely no way someone would even get to imagine a different scenario from what took place three years ago. Specially because truth was spoken, the evidences and the signs were there, and Colber's testimony was only the last resource mean to the same conclusive ending.

People believed in us, me and Colber, even if they didn't want to see the reality rise before their eyes. The Golden Boy had flaws after all, and he had admitted them in front of everyone. He had touched me.

But later it didn't matter, he was forgiven, all the bad blood was forgotten, and honestly that's what I feared - for people to discredit his brutal actions towards me, while I'd be the one to blame at the end of the day, the stupid girl who was in love with the school's rich footballer guy who grow tired of her and dumped her ass...

One way or another, what's a chic like myself compared to the almighty Colber Foster, right?

We were aware of that, so what was left of me was to get the hell out of the town. Anyway, I was right - three years passed, yet the subject of Evren's physical abuse case remained untouchable. Nobody gave a shit, like Colber expected them too.

It's just that having to take the role of a desperate wicked Colber's fangirl broke me into pieces, but either way, it was destined to happen.

I never lost the love I felt towards him because I knew he had committed a mistake, I knew where his heart truly lied, besides, everything was taken out of proportion - we both had fault.

Nothing changes now that he is gone. Until this day, it's the fact that I adore him that pushes me further to battle for him.

But I'd be lying if I said I can't feel my stomach hurting, the air on my throat tightening, or the sound of my heart beating. My gaze travels through the screen on more time before I can't take it anymore.

"you lied three years ago"

"Fucking Christ!" I yell, my hands strongly pressing on the steering wheel.

Who's messing with me, for fuck's sake? I thought this topic had died years ago, only for it to be brought up again by a person who's trying to fuck me up!

Not fucking happening.

My body is quick to move itself from inside the car to in front of the coffee shop. I'm stressed out but I try to cover it up by casually fitting my hand inside my back pocket, close to where I hid the knife.

After a few seconds of taking careful steps, I finally make my way to the third corner next to Starbucks, entering the dark tiny place full of brick dirty painted walls and two waste containers, yet the light only reaches half of the floor.

My eyes are fully open, silence surrounds me.
I notice somebody is there when I hear the sound of a cigarette lighter, followed by the smell of smoke, though I can't quite see the face.

I hold the blade stronger, while I approach the person slowly. I don't remember feeling this uncomfortable before, and out of breath too.
I prepare myself to open my mouth but am interrupted,

"So you did come." I hear the voice of a guy, getting the idea I've heard this voice before. My curiosity is even higher now.

"I don't like to skip opportunities." I say as casual as I can be at the moment.

The guy keeps playing with the lighter on his hands, turning it off then turning it on. "Is this an opportunity for what, exactly?"

I scowl, before responding "It depends. Why don't you just show yourself so I can tell you?"

"Hm- impatient and sarcastic. Noted." He joked.

A small laugh escapes my lips, "Right, I'm so stupid. What a waste of time. Clearly you got nothing on me." I tease, preparing myself to turn my back.

"You sure about that?"

"I've got nothing to hide. Besides, you're the one who's scared to even face me" I manage to answer.

"Then why you're the one holding a weapon?"

I freeze. What- how did he? My eyebrows contract, as I take the hand off my clothes, leaving the knife in its place.

I prepare myself to answer with confidence and disdain though I'm surprised he could see my figure thought the dark,

"You see, I know for a fact you've lied. And having you showing up just sums it all up for me." He tells me, and I can barely see a shadow moving in my way.

I smirk again, "Yeah, yeah, bullshit. No proofs, no game. Sorry to disappoint."

"I don't need any proofs." He says, finally approaching me where the view-sight is clearer.

I watch as traces of his features emerge from the dark, noticing right away his blue bright eyes. I remember this gaze. "And I think you know that too, Maddox."

I feel my jaw tightening as soon as my brain captures the presence of a tall, masculine handsome Brendan Rhys. My orbs zero on his, trying to figure something out, while I analyze his relaxed posture, the pleasure of smoking giving him a mysterious look.

So, it was him all along. The words Valerie mentioned to me the other day come back crawling to my thoughts.

"After you left, Brendan entered high school as a new student months later. The circle had already been formed but Colber got close to Rhys... Colber helped him make it to the team, and they were inseparable ever since."

"But for some freaking strange reason, you had no idea about anything of this. How he never mentioned Rhys to you, not even once?"

"The weird thing is, he doesn't know about you too. You're complete strangers with a best friend in common."

She was correct, sooner or later we would have to face each other. We are part of a disconnected broken puzzle, two pieces that have been lost for a long time but may intertwine somehow. We might as well just find out how.

"Blackmail isn't the nicest way to start off a conversation." I say, ironically, considering he tortured me mentally by mentioning the event three years ago.

"I disagree." He answers, chin up, and a little smirk too.

"I have something that interests you, don't I? I was inside his house when he died. I doubt his ex girlfriend wouldn't want to know what happened there. I bet you've been craving for informations."

I smiled, stoned with his solid conviction. "You don't know anything about me or what I'm looking for."

"Really? Let's be more explicit then." His cigarette falls to the ground and he pressures his arms against his torso.

"I've known Colber for years. Played, eaten, slept, I even switched girls with him. I don't need a girl to appear out of the blue telling me what kind of a man my best friend was. He would never be inappropriate with a female. And the story about you being his ex? Nah, you can't fool me, no matter how deeper you fabricated it for the others to believe this crap, I'm not buying it."

"I don't need to know you to find out you sold them a story three years ago. I'd rather trust Colber."

His demanding gaze falls upon me, his blue orbs penetrate on mine like he sees right through me.

"I just love how you keep emphasizing I'm the one who would have lied in the first place. People wouldn't believe me if Colber hadn't confessed it." I tell him, getting annoyed.

Truth is, I really don't feel comfortable touching the subject, let alone mentioning some of my memories about him.

"My point exactly. It was your fault. You had him confessing for something he didn't commit. Why? If you wanted revenge for what he did to you you wouldn't leave town right away. And it didn't took more than a google search to find out you didn't even hear his testimony, as if you- you were certain he would plead guilty."

Rhys looks at me as if he's the hunter and I'm his prey, while he keeps trying to put me inside of a cage, analyzing every words that come out of my mouth trying to catch me contradict myself.

"All I am hearing is conspiracy theories. I expected more from you, Rhys." I let out, not surprised, though the anxiety inside my belly keeps growing.

"I told you, I don't need proofs. I don't know what happened, but for whatever fucked up reason, either you intimidated him into lying for you, or he deliberately chose to protect you. All I'm saying is - I'm not going to stop coming after you until I find out the real reason." He warned me, the severe look on his eyes telling me he was being real.

I notice he didn't wait for my response or to look at me one more time, preparing himself to pass by my side and leave. I close my eyes, concentrating on what to do next.

I know I shouldn't let him go, he means something, otherwise Colber wouldn't have left him in the shadows for so long but my gut tells me I should be cautious.

"Wait." I say, noticing his body stopped right next to mine. Mirroring the floor, my mouth opens before I can stop it, "What is the thing Colber always kept hidden inside his closet?"

Brendan doesn't understand me immediately, frowning his eyebrows, but then he responds, "His favorite Queen CD"

My heart skips a bit and I can't contain myself when I look back at a visible uptight Brendan.

"How long did he take to score his first goal ever?"

Brendan lets out a smile, biting his lip "61 seconds, he was playing with his dad on the backyard and he was two."

I gasp, trying to find another difficult question to ask. While eyeing at my trainers, a memory pops up and I rapidly switch gazes with Brendan. My eyes can't control the uncontrollable emotion that flashes trough them, the strength I'm building not to fall apart.

He had told me before I was the only one who knew the answer to this question, because I had been there.

I start, "He once told me his worst regret was when he had said no to-"

"-To a kid in the hospital" Brendan completes, while I keep speaking

"-because he wanted his-"

"-His tennis shoes."

My eyes are wide open when a tear threatens to fall on my cheek. I gulp to control my feelings, but the guy close to me seems to be in a haze too.

I can't believe Colber trusted Brendan this much, to the point he shared the flashbacks he had with me with Rhys and never- ever said I was there too. I don't understand why, the secrecy, the lies...

"What do you really want?" I ask Rhys.

"I want to find out who killed him. I'll do whatever it takes."

"And from me- what do you want from me?" My posture changes to straight, while I hold his eyes on mine, tension and electricity all over the place.

"You were part of his life before I came here. You know these things about him that only I did too. I think he wanted me to- to- " He stops, "To meet you. And- fuck, look, I don't know. I'm confused too."

"I just, I need to do this. In order to help him I need to understand what happened before I met him. You were there. You are the bridge between now and then- this fucking has to do with the circle, I don't trust any of them"

"You belong to the circle, I never did. What makes you think I know more than you?" I ask the obvious question.

"Because Colber trusted you just as much as he trusted me. Some of the answers I'm looking for are on the past. You either help me or you're against me. Your choice, Maddox."

My head is spinning with all the information it's receiving, my palms are sweaty and I have the urge to bite my nails. Rhys keeps making eye contact, forcing me to make up my mind.

Think with your brain, Evren. You need him. He doesn't believe about Colber's testimony, which means he'll do anything to find out about me and my past life.

Also, he belongs to the circle since the beginning, who knows what he might have realized about the other members. Plus, he was at the party... I need to know what he saw that night.

"He might have trusted you but that doesn't mean I'm going to. I don't care if the police found you innocent, I don't know you at all."

"I'm taking a risk here too. As far as I know, you could be the one behind all of this. If that happens-" Brendan tells me, examining my features with frustration.

He's serious when his lips open and his face comes closer to mine "I promise I'll have my revenge then."

He's close but I don't let him win. The view of him dressed in dark clothes, partly covering his tattoos, while keeping this threatening expression 24/7 isn't helping one bit. Though I like to believe I have my own guns too.

"I promise I'll kill you." I let out, aware of the probability of the person in front of me being the murder of my best friend. The venom is there, as well as the hate.

A smirk covers his lips as if he was happy about my words. The look on his face reflects his impatience to hear my final word: do you want to do this or not?

I don't need to say nothing more when I prepare to distance myself. My eyes say it all, so he finishes,

"We have a deal."

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