(Jacob POV)

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!" I yelled at Dom as I grabbed him by his shirt.

"Dude, I just taught him a lesson, that's all I did. I didn't know he was going to kill himself." Dominic said as he raised his hands up as if he was surrendering or something. The school called for a special assembly earlier today to announce Troy's passing. They said that he died in his sleep but I refused to believe that.

I pushed Dom hard enough for him to fall down. Dominic looked very confused on why I am acting like this.

"God, I have been such a jerk to him." I whispered.

"What did you say?" Dom asked.

"Troy didn't deserve what you did to him, you know? I deserved that." I said as I was close to being teary-eyed.

"What are you talking about? You clearly said to me that he drugged you." Dom said.

"I did it to him. I drugged him so I can have sex with him." I admitted.

Dom looked at me in shock and repulsion.

"What? Then he has been telling me the truth all along? That it was you who did it, not him!" Dom said in a guilty tone.

"I didn't think it would go too far like this." I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose in distress and regret.

"You're sick, Jacob! How could you do something like that? I defended you so many times. From day one, I have got your back already. How could you do that to that poor helpless victim?" Dom said, as if he's trying to wash his hands off this issue.

"Don't condescend me, you little prick. His blood is on your hands as it is on mine. What was the word you always use to refer to him? A faggot, huh? Faggot, right? You know, if you didn't beat him up like that, then maybe he still would have been alive." I said as we began pointing fingers at each other.

"Say whatever you want to say, Jacob. Let's face it, if you hadn't lied and just told me the truth that you're a closeted fag, then none of this mess would have happened. The only person to blame here is you. Yes, I may have contributed something to it but you are the main reason why he committed suicide."

"But what you did is what pushed him to the breaking point." I said to him.

We stared at each other for a while before finally going at it. We traded punches left and right and it didn't take long before I got the upper hand. I straddled him and punched his face numerous times so I can at least avenge Troy. Every strike I make, I hear a satisfying crunch.

It didn't take long before dad entered the room and managed to break us apart.

"Troy! Dominic! Stop that!!!" Dad yelled as he was trying to get me off Dominic's body.

As soon as we are apart, Dad screamed at both of us.

"What in the world is going on in here?" He screamed.

Dad helped Dominic up and managed to accompany him downstairs so he could tend to the wounds I made on Dom's face.

As soon as I was left alone, I slammed the door close and began punching the wall repeatedly and I wasn't stopping, not until I see blood on the wall.

After a while, I fell on my knees and grabbed my hair with both hands and let out a blood curdling scream.

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe what I have done.

How could I live with myself knowing that I caused him a great deal of pain? Why? Just why did I realize every single one of my wrongdoings when it was too late? Dominic is right. There's no easy way out of this. I was the one who killed Troy, point blank.

Somebody then knocked on my door.

"Go away!"

"It's just me, son." Dad said before entering the room.

"Did something happen? Talk to me. Maybe I can help." He said.

"There's no way you can help me." I said, still on my knees without making eye contact with him.

"I tried asking Dominic about what happened but he will not tell me too. He just ran out on me. Did you guys do something bad or what?" Dad asked.

"I...I don't know." I said as I was not in the mood to answer his stupid questions.

"You didn't commit a crime or something, did you?" Dad asked.

Yes, I did. I wanted to tell him so bad that I bullied someone, raped someone, caused his death but I don't know how I will be able to tell him without facing a horrific form of penalty. If dad finds out what happened, I am dead man walking.

"Could you leave me alone first, dad?" I said.

"Son, that's why I am here so I could help you overcome your problem. Don't keep it to yourself because it will kill you." He said.

"Please, just leave me alone. I want to be alone right now."

Dad sighed before finally giving up.

"I will always listen to you son, remember that? Fine, I will give you space for a while but if it continues eating at you, which I am sure of, then don't hesitate to go to me or your mother, okay?" He said before closing the door.

Troy...I am sorry.