Unchangeable revenge. (Read at night)

                                    

                                          
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Panic rushes through me knowing that I definitely put Clide in danger now. 
I wasn't ready to go downstairs- I knew something would've went on between them by now. It was best that I were to stay in my room for the time being to overthink on the whole situation again.
I shut myself in my room, pacing back and forth with my head in my hands. 
I don't know what was worse; me finding those photos, Tom suddenly bringing back the old version of him, or the risks I put Clide in now. 
God I was so fucking shit. 
A couple hours later and my head was still buzzy with crazy shit. Even though I haven't heard from anyone yet, It was still driving me mad. I decide that it was time to take a shower to hopefully ease the tension, stripping off my clothes before hopping into the warm water, closing my eyes to embrace it yet it didn't have the same soothing effect as before. 
I come out of the shower at last, changing into a freshly pair of clothes before I start to scavenge my blankets for my phone. I couldn't see nor find it at all. 
Could I have left it in the hoodie I wore last night? 
I grab the same hoodie, digging my hands in the pocket but I still felt nothing. Fuck, why do I keep losing things? 
No... don't tell me I left in the garden. 
If I did then that would mean I would have to go downstairs in order to get outside and that was something I was wanting to avoid for a long time. 
I gulp before nibbling on my bottom lip, stressed out from contemplating whether I should actually search for it out there or not. 
I groan before stepping my foot out of my room again, looking around to make sure no one was around before rushing downstairs.
My hair was starting to stick onto my face from the amount of sweat I was producing- this was like a live or die situation. 
"Hey Y/n," Gustav greets.
I ignore him, continuing my way towards the garden door.
"You okay-?" 
"Please- I'm sorry Gustav but I really can't talk right now." I inform with my voice coming out as a tremble. 
I push the glass door, allowing me access to walk through the grassy fields. I observe the ground with each step I took, making sure to keep an eye out for if my phone was there. 
"Fuck.." I whimper as I make it to the secret spot Clide and I used to meet up at. The phone wasn't there either. 
I turn around to go back, halting at my tracks as I see Tom with bloodshot eyes, staring at me with a fake smile plastered on his face. My instant focus went on his hand which had a black object clutched in it. 
"Looking for this?" He waves around.
That was my phone. In his hold.
I stood there, not wanting to come closer to him because of the danger he was radiating off.
"Come, take it if you want." He says, putting his hand out for me to be able to grab the phone off.
I hesitantly move towards him, my shaky hands reaching out for the object. 
Just as I was about to grasp a hold of it, he uses his other hand to grip my wrist tightly, excruciating pain hitting me since it was the same spot that he planted a bruise on earlier on. 
"You sick bitch." He spits out, throwing the phone into the distance before taking my other arm with force,
"I'M SORRY FOR WHATEVER I DID!" I cry out, trying to loosen his grip on me.
"SORRY FOR WHAT? KILLING MY FUCKING BROTHER?!" He yells, still pulling me with a tight grip, "YOU DIDN'T SHOW HIM ANY MERCY WHEN YOU KILLED HIM!"
My mind puzzles in confusion, "Wh- What are you talking about?" I mutter, "I didn't kill him- I didn't kill anyone?!" 
"I hate woman who spit out nothing but lies." He grits, pushing me into a room once we got back inside.
I fall to my knees immediately, my hair scattering in front of my face.
I was welcomed by the sounds of soft winces and groan, making me look up. 
My eyes widen and my heart aches at the sight of Maya chained up on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises.