Chapter Five | Tears
Viktor stumbled back, crashing into a pile of garbage bags. He tried getting up but was shoved down quickly. Az crushed his heel into Viktor’s nose and stormed off. His vision lined with tears, lips still trembling, and clothes a mess. Too many thoughts were running through his head, ‘it’s not my fault. It’s no one’s fault that this happened to them. It’s not my fault her parents are dead. He’s just trying to get under my skin. But he did. I believed every stupid word that came out of his mouth and I believed every single one. Why. Why do I let these things happen to me? It just has to be my fault. I allowed him to hurt me and use my weakness to hurt me. Damnit.’ He struggled with the bathroom door and stumbled against the sink, quickly turning the faucet. He splashed water against his face and collapsed onto the floor.
“FUCK.” He choked. The tears now flooding and streaming down his face, staining his golden skin. He trembled holding his knees and leaned against the wall with labored breaths.
“Az?” Jorderyn called out. Azyriah didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care about what everyone else said. He didn’t care if his parents were gone. He didn’t care that he couldn’t protect Jordeyn. He didn’t care about anything that had happened to him. He just needed her. Her touch was all he needed. He needed her comfort and they both knew it. He struggled to a somewhat standing position and slowly walked out of the bathroom. “Oh my God.” He ran to Jordeyn and embraced her in a bone-crushing hug.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wr-”
“Pl-please, Jorde. No-no talki-ing. I just ne-need you right now.” He tried his best. But it was no use. He didn’t want to try anymore.
“Yes, yes, of course. Sorry.”
“We-we’re in the middle o-of the hallway, Jorde.”
“I don’t care. People can walk around us. The only thing that’s the important thing right now is making sure you’re okay.” She sat down slowly and motioned for Azyriah to follow. He layed his head in her lap, and he slowly calmed down as her fingers ran through his hair. “Come on. Let’s get you food.” She helped him get up, even though he was almost twice her height.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Viktor sneered, pushing everyone out of his way, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Fuck. Jorde, run. Please.” She didn’t need to be told twice. The anger in Viktor’s eyes was terrifying. She ran for the cafeteria door mentally praying that Azyriah wouldn’t suffer any major injuries.
“Absolutely not. You, my friend, aren’t going anywhere,” Viktor shouted, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and throwing her against a lunch table.
“What the hell is wrong with you? God, I’m only trying to help a fri-” Viktor picked her up and shoved her against the wall, his hand, cutting off her windpipe.
“Keep your mouth shut. I didn’t say that you could speak, did I?” His face was inches away from hers and she could smell his cologne. The edges of her vision were going black and she struggled under his grip. He knew she was going to blacking out. She knew it. She grasped at his wrists, stuttering inaudible words, and just as she was sure she was going to pass out, he let go of her. She immediately collapsed, gasping for air. Her knees buckled underneath her and she fell to the floor. Hard.
“What. The hell. Was that?” His figure looked strange, because of the angle her head was tilted at. She wanted to see his face. She wanted to see his eyes and expression when he realized how much he had hurt her. But there was nothing. His chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. His eyes, were like ice. And his form. The way he carried himself was unlike anything Joredyn had seen. He was confident but shy. Everyone was surrounding them but didn’t do anything. His lip was busted and his eye was already blackening. All of his weight was on his right leg, and his left foot was at a weird angle. “Answer me damnit. Why did you do that?”
“You really expect me to let you comfort that jackass? I may have said some harsh things, but that gives you no right to comfort him. I don’t even -”
“Wait. What did you say to Az?”
“Just ignore what I said and listen to everything else. Please -”
“Absolutely not. I don’t care if you’re two years older than me. You will answer do you understand me?”
“Or what? You can’t do anything to make me answer.” And out of nowhere, Jordeyn finds the strength to stand and kicks him across the face. His head knocks back with a sickening crack.
“Shit.” Notwithstanding being irate, Jordeyn ran to his side. He squirmed on the floor clutching his face. “Now, since I know that you’re okay, what did you say to Azyriah?”
Viktor stopped moving suddenly, “and why would you like to know?”
“Because according to what you said, that’s part of the reason why Az was crying, which very quickly led to you throwing me around like a rag doll. Now. For the last, and final time, tell me what you said to Az.”
“God woman, you can’t get a break, can you?”
“No. It seems like I can’t.”
“Fine. I told him it was his fault that his parents divorced, his parents’ death, and your parents’ death.” She quickly let go of him and stumbled back. She stared at him in disbelief. Never, did she expect words as cold and cruel to come out of his mouth?
“You. You what? You know for a fact that it wasn’t his fault. I know you know that. And you can’t assume that it was his fault. Because from what I remember, it was your fault the war ended. When the war ended, your bomb killed 567,757 people in the process. By the looks of it, it was YOUR FAULT, THAT HIS AND MY PARENTS, ARE NOW DEAD.”
“I KNOW. YOU REALLY THINK THAT I DON’T KNOW THAT? I WAS ANGRY. HE TOLD ME HE’D MURDER ME IF I DIDN’T SHUT UP.”
“And I, Viktor, would love to murder you, right about now. You really think that I’m going to forgive you in the slightest?” All he did was stare. He knew he messed up badly. This would probably be the final time he’d see Jordeyn as a friend, and in the near future, a stranger. All he could see now was a girl he had hurt and broken the only thing keeping her together. Her trust.