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"What?" Hendrick's question was filled with enough panic to frighten me further, as goosebumps crawled upon my flesh and I sought every thread of strength within me to try to open my eyes.
"Shit!" Travis cursed, and I heard the door open.
"Fuck! Are you running away? Help us!" Hendrick screamed in haste as it felt like he was fumbling with the ignition to turn it off and on again. But compared to before where he left the car running, the ignition wouldn't start at all. "Shit, shit, shit! No. I can't fuck this up...fuck! Why do I have such shitty luck?"
That humming warning within me began to burn stronger, the heat spreading from the core of my chest outward. It moved to my arms, all the way to my fingertips before it began its journey down my waist to my hips, but the warmth was only escalating just how much shit I was about to be in.
I fought to open my eyes, begged for them to cooperate for a single moment, and thankfully, they shot right open - as my body was filled with a bolt of charged adrenaline.
The seatbelt prevented me from jerking forward. My panicked eyes that could barely stay half-open suddenly met those of my older brother.
One look and it felt like the world came to a striking halt.
I thought after years of not seeing him, the pain wouldn't be as sharp as it was. The memories in the depths of the dark, those chilling eyes viewing me in an imaginative world that only pleased him consumed me.
My muffled cries, my whispered pleas, the realization that no matter how hard I tried, he'd always get his way.
It was all back and shot me right in the chest like a bullet - only that pain would haunt me for days, months, years on end, and he'd simply continue to live on the run, hiding because of the true deeds he committed out of selfishness.
The deeds that made our family crumble into a lost legacy.
I knew from the click of his seatbelt that he'd be gone from my view, and I'd most likely never see him again. He'd get to, once again, run from his problems and leave them upon my burdened shoulders.
Unless I died right here and now.
There was that voice begging me to say the words that I'd kept within the pit of my chest for years. It begged me to reveal how much pain this individual, who should have been my family member I could lean on, had contributed and changed me to satisfy his own desires and impatient tendencies.
My life, the consequences, the pain I experienced at the expense of his actions, and the continued situations I fell for because I was still traumatized from our tangled past should have been enough to let it all out.
Let the rage inside me reign and deliver the onslaught of pain this man deserved.
But there were those strings that felt like they were wrapping around my neck - invisible strings that were sharp as ever, cutting through my flesh and making it feel like the entire world was caving in on me.
The thoughts of ridicule from my fellow peers, the words of the public that would degrade me because of all the flaws I carried, while the culprit of my agony received sympathy and support from those in power.
The voices that chanted that I should be quiet because I deserved to carry this pain.
For a split second, all of it came to a dramatic silence, and that was my moment.
"I'll never forgive you."
His eyes widened to their full capacity, while mine was already the bearer of fresh tears that rolled down my cheeks and into the cloth.
I hadn't even realized I still wore the thing, and yet the words were so clear to my ears -and to his.I couldn't comprehend the current stuff that was happening to me, and maybe I would if I ever had the opportunity to do so, but he knew from my haunting eyes of sky blue, that surely looked like pools of water thanks to their glassy surface, that my words referred to how he'd fucked my entire life up.
How he'd ruined me. Stole my innocence. Abandoned Kyle and me. And just fucked up my entire childhood and teenage years. He'd ruined it all...and I could truly never forgive him.
The blow of a loud horn startled us both. His head whipped around to see the approaching headlights of a sixteen-wheeler. As my eyes widened, he was already out of the driver's seat and running in a blur of movement.
The sound of something cracking multiple times was only drowned out by the thunderous horn that sang on in hopes I'd somehow move this car out of the truck's path, but I knew from the speed it was approaching that I was screwed.
The blinding lights consumed me as my burning body grew rigid, bracing for the moment all of this would come to a dramatic end.
I knew when Death came that I'd have a list worth of regrets, but at least there was one thing I could say to him in confidence.
I told my perpetrator who destroyed my life that I'd never forgive them.
