Chapter 3: Betrayal
It's been almost eleven years since the accident, and life is looking up. My social life is floundering, and I am still top of my classes. Yes, classes. I decided that letting my eidetic memory just collect bad memories and experiences was a waste of my potential, so I chose to double major in Physics and Mechanical Engineering while I have a minor in Coding and Computer Sciences. And to top it all off I have been steady with Casandra for roughly the past year. I won't lie, things were tough at first, what with my emotional handicap and not having been in a relationship before this, but Casandra stood by my side through it all. True to her words, she has stuck with me without knowing about my past, and I feel that it's time I finally tell her.
Some may call me stupid or cowardly to wait this long, but whenever I would try to tell her about the accident I would get uncontrollable panic attacks. Sometimes they wouldn't be too bad, and they would be what others consider to be "normal", but other times… other times they make my head feel like it's about to implode, and I hear them. My mother, father, and sister increasingly get louder until it passes, but each time it happens I have to take a break from everything in order to not lose it. But with the anniversary of the accident being today, I decided that I would finally share with her, as I can feel that I might finally be ready.
To that end, I decided to take the day off work and surprise Casandra at home. I took my time perusing some snacks and drinks, planning the talk the whole time I was out. When I got home, I walked to the door, and I reached up to knock to make my presence known, and-
"Aahn!"
Oh? Now that was a sound I was not expecting, but it is definitely one I am happily familiar with. Wearing a mischievous grin on my face, I slipped into the house as quietly as possible to surprise my hot and bothered girlfriend; maybe a little bit of fun could relax me enough for the conversation to go better.
"Aah! Aah!"
I steadily approached our room, now switching my planning mode to how best to mess with her.
"Aah! Aah! AAHN!"
"Oooh!"
I froze… that's not Casandra's voice, yet I know it just as well. No, nononONO! It couldn't, she wouldn't, HE wouldn't, not to me! Despite my rampaging emotions, I kept my pace steady and as quiet as I could be. Though the stealth may not have been necessary, with every step I took I heard more and more; solidifying the event that is currently happening. By the time I reached the door that stood ajar, my heart was pounding throughout my whole body.
"AAHHHHNNN!!" "OOHHH!!"
And with what sounded like the climax of the betrayal, my limit broke. I kicked down the door that previously housed the love of my life and my lifelong friend. With enough rage to burn down the very heavens, I stood at the entrance of the room looking and feeling numb from the amount of rage surging through me; the sight that greeted me only stood to make it much worse.
Beads of sweat trickled up Casandra's forehead, as she arched her back while savagely gripping our bedsheets. Her hair disheveled, face flushed, and eyes almost rolling into the back of her head, she wore a face-splitting, pleasure-filled smile as she lazily stared straight through me. Trailing my eyes down her naked body, I could spot many soon-to-be-formed hickeys that practically glowed with her duplicity towards me. At her waist, familiar hands were lifting her off our bed, and just below her waist was the fully inserted dick of Charles, his semen dripping out of my girlfriend. As she fiercely wrapped her legs around his fully unclothed body, a sign this was an intentional position of climax, his sweat rolled over a similar level of betrayal-filled hickeys covering him all over. His muscles were fully clenched, his face was flushed and scrunched in pleasure, and his eyes were shut tight during the moment I barged in on.
It was in this very moment that not even a moment went by, and I felt my eidetic memory take hold of this moment for good, to forever haunt me just like the accident; the very same traumatic event I was going to finally share with my supposedly loving girlfriend, and have already shared with my supposed best friend. I had already been mentally and physically scarred during the accident, and now I was truly just as emotionally scarred, and by my two most beloved people no less.
As soon as it all rushed through my head at speeds a normal human couldn't even begin to comprehend, time seemed to speed up once again. The door finished flying open, slamming into the wall and breaking off one of the hinges. The final moans of pleasure were cut off by the loud band the door made, and both parties just silently and helplessly stared straight at me. As if unsure whether rushing to cover-up would be better or worse, they slowly covered themselves up with sheets while I blankly stared at the two of them.
The only thoughts that came to mind were that if the people I care about most in this world would betray me, what's stopping anyone else? I couldn't take it, if I kept seeing them like this, SMELLING the stench of betrayal, then I wouldn't be able to hold myself back; so I started leaving. Then I stopped as I felt Casandra grab my arm in what I assume to be desperation.
"Wait, please! Let's talk about this." Her contact and words made me freeze up, and the look of hope in her eyes when she felt me freeze hurt so badly. But with the pain came even more anger. Talking? She has the gall to fuck my best friend, and still think we would be okay?
"What's there to talk about? You seemed ecstatic just now, did you not? Me leaving is already too good for the likes of either of you." My seething anger was slipping into my eyes and speech, but overall I kept it in.
"Wh-What does that mean?" The tone she used was heartwrenching, because not only did it hurt more, it only served to make me angrier. Does she think she deserves even a second more of my time if THIS is how she treats our relationship? Who knows how long she has been a lying bitch if she can pull off such a convincing act?
"I think you're smart enough to figure that one out. Unless you got your brains fucked out of you along with your loyalty." With my numbness starting to waver as the seconds passed, I knew I couldn't stay much longer, so I looked into Charles' eyes and said, "I hope you backstabbers are happy together; though it looks like you already like each other enough. For all of the years you've been my friend Charles, and for whatever the fuck you pretended we were Casandra, I'll give you two this final piece of advice; if you were willing to fuck each other behind my back, the closest thing to family outside of blood you two could have, then just imagine what kind of betrayal you would pull on each other when given the chance." And with that I stormed off, ignoring their pleas and only stopping to grab what few possessions actually mattered to me, and I left.
Not looking back once, I sped off from my house, hoping I could get far enough away before my numbness fully wore off. The farther I got, the more I started to feel, and tears started to cloud my vision. Barely swerving out of the way from an oncoming truck I couldn't see, I broke through a rickety fence and ended up in an abandoned parking lot. As I shut off my car, I just sat there for a second, and then it happened; the dam I had spent my life building to contain the evergrowing amount of emotions and thoughts I couldn't let out broke, letting loose a torrent of screams and tears I had never given before. I screamed even when my throat was raw, and I cried until there were no tears left to cry. I had never felt such pain as now, as it was an amalgamation of every painful moment I perfectly memorized but ignored and hid away. All of the voices I had heard up to now came crashing together in a symphony of madness I could no longer ignore.
After an amount of time that even my perfect memory couldn't track, I finally started to calm down. The pain, anguish, and anger were no less, but now there was something else that kept it together; motivation. No longer would I rely on anyone, and no longer would I let people in. If the world was going to throw at me the worst, then I would give it back tenfold. And if the people in it were going to treat me like this, then there is nothing I would love more than to make them suffer. This pain would become my beacon, lighting the way for the voices and me to bring upon this world the hell that it deserves. No mercy, no survivors.
Victoria Aut Morte. (Victory or Death)
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