BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 1 – 10
EPISODE 2
By Authoress Zion
EPISODE 2
So much bI.ood. Everywhere.
That’s one of the things that I remember most about that fateful night.
To this day, I can still close my eyes and recall every single surface marked by bI.ood. The metallic smell of it permeating my nostrils, the way it smeared the walls, the way it pooled on the floor—the large bI.oody hand print on the wall.
The night my entire world changed, was also the night of the big fi ght.
I had won. It was a close match and I was definitely swinging for the fences like my life depended on it. My opponent ended up tapping out after a hard uppercut to his j aw that sent him staggering, followed by an a xe ki ck which finished him off.
I looked out into the crowd expecting to see Lilly’s smiling face…but I didn’t.
Even more alarming…Mike never showed up for his own fight.
Some guy named Tyrone ended up taking his place and won after 3 minutes of conducting an intense ground and pound on his opponent that was br utal enough to make me wince.
Something was definitely wrong…I felt it in my bones. I hightailed it out of the arena while dialing their numbers repeatedly.
I hopped in my truck and headed straight for their apartment.
When I walked in I had to take a step back.
My worst nightmare couldn’t have conjured up what was waiting for me on the other side of the door.
Everything seemed to play out in slow motion while I tried to take in and process what I was seeing.
The first thing I noticed was the large bI.oody hand print against the stark white wall of their small kitchen. My eyes dropped down and my heart squeezed for dear life when I saw the large pool of bI.ood on the floor. It expanded and rounded a corner leading up to the living room.
I didn’t want to know where it was coming from…but I knew I had no choice but to find out.
I closed my eyes and took a few tentative steps forward until I rounded the corner.
There on the floor beside the couch…was where my heart turned into dust and my world as I knew it, would cease to exist.
My small, fragile, baby sister’s pale, cold, lifeless body was laid out before me.
Her shirt was to.rn and br uises covered most of her limp, frail, b ody.
The image still haunts me in my darkest moments.
I dropped down beside her and willed her to wake up.
How could someone do this to her? My innocent baby sister. The greatest person I’d ever known.
I shook her, I shouted her name. I begged and I pleaded harder than I ever had in my life.
“Who would do this to you, Lilly?” I whispered, as I held her. “Come on baby sis, wake up. Please,” I continued to beg as I felt the first few tears start rolling down.
My thoughts went wild. I thought up dozens of different scenarios in that moment. Everything from a burglar, a secret stalker at the college she attended, to a d rug dealer who had the wrong house looking for his money.
Mike. Where the h’ll was he?
Sht, maybe whoever did this was holding Mike hostage somewhere?
I looked back down at Lilly and my chest felt like it caved in. Something deep within me had severed in that moment. Nothing would ever be the same again.
I looked up to the ceiling and screamed with tears streaming down my face.
I heard some kind of rustling in the distance, near the bedroom down the hallway before a tall shadow loomed before me.
I knew that shadow well. Almost as well as I knew my own.
I gently let go of Lilly’s body and rose from the ground.
He had the makings of what looked like was going to be a black eye. He also had a fairly large scratch across his cheek.
I quickly looked down at Lilly’s pink nails and noticed some dried bIood caked under them.
She fought like h’ll.
I lifted my head and glared at him. I looked him right in the eyes…and I knew.
He did this.
He ki lled her.
He mur dered my baby sister…the girl he swore he would love and protect.
Suddenly everything made sense…like why she never showed up to watch us at practice anymore. Why she seemed so distant. Why she didn’t seem as happy anymore when I talked to her.
He was ab using her…and I ignored all the signs.
I didn’t protect my sister…the only person in the world that I loved more than anything.
He bowed his head and teetered back as I advanced toward him. He held up his hands. “Just let me explain. It was an accident. It was her fau—”
Rage filled my bIood, and it burned through my veins. I pun €hed him hard. Hard enough that I heard the satisfying snap of his j aw di$locating. “Don’t you dare try to blame her. Did you give Lilly a chance to talk before you b eat the sht out of her and ki lled her!” I screamed as I pu n¢hed him again, even harder. This time, sending him to the floor.
He tried to get up but I sent a sharp ki¢k to his ribs. “I told you what I would do to you if you ever hu rt her,” I sneered before I picked him up by his hair and ba$hed his h ead into the nearest w all.
He tried to fi ght me off, but he didn’t stand a chance in h’ll.
I pu n¢hed him again and relished when I saw a few teeth fall out. BIood filled his mo uth as I dr agged him into the kitchen, purposely kn o¢king his head into every hard surface I could find along the way.
We grappled for a few more minutes before I landed on top of him. I continued to pu n¢h him letting my rage take over.
“It was the $t eroids, Jackson. It turned me into a different person. I don’t know who I am anymore. Lilly pissed me off and—” he started to sputter through the bIood in his mouth.
The fact that he was even attempting to defend himself and still blame Lilly after what he had done only fueled my anger and pain.
“You’re a ki ller,” I growled before I dealt another bIow to his h ead.
It was something we were going to have in common real sadvanceis eyes opened wide. “Stop. You’re really gonna ki ll me, Jackson.”
My fist went flying straight for his, ¢hest, effectively $ilencing him.
His eyes rolled back in his head and a low gurgling sound filled the room.
I reached down and fisted his hair while meeting his stare. “Did you listen when my baby sister begged you to stop?” I questioned before I sent a kar ate chop straight to his ne¢k.
Adrenaline mixed with guilt, grief and wrath like I’d never felt before coursed through me as I continued to pu mmel him.
At some point, I saw life leave his traitorous eyes and heard sirens looming in the distance.
BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 1 – 10
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