Chapter 8

APRIL

Damn David. I knew he was shameless, but I never imagined he was this bad.

I do not know what made me hit him, but as blood started gushing from his nose, I felt a sharp pain in my hand and all the way up my arm, practically to my shoulder. It felt so good!

What followed felt like it happened entirely in slow motion. David screamed, holding his face with both hands, trying to cover his nosebleed. His parents screamed in shock at seeing me presumably disfigure their precious prince.

As for me, I felt a smile spread across my face. Who knew I had a fist of steel?

My satisfaction only grew as I watched him doubled over, screaming in pain.

I am not going to lie, it hurt a lot. I started flexing my fingers to make sure nothing was broken. I was new to this; I had never hit anyone in my life, but that did not matter right now. I was certain I had done the right thing. If anyone ever needed to be punched, it was David.

His parents were rushing around trying to help their son. His mother shot me looks of pure hatred, while his father grabbed the phone to call God knows who. I looked at them before letting out a laugh.

I ripped the damn ring off my finger and threw it at him.

"Here is this piece of trash. I hope you enjoyed making a fool out of me, David, because this is where it ends." I was ready to leave, but I should have known they would not let me. Mr. Lane grabbed my arm and forced me to sit in one of the nearest chairs, surely waiting for the police.

With the utmost dignity, I sat there, ready to face whatever was coming. They could arrest me. At least I had avenged my pride, and to me, that was worth everything.

Minutes later, I heard a knock at the door, and all I could think was, Wow! The police do not show up this fast to stop robberies, but they sure do to check on a broken nose, which was still bleeding and giving me great satisfaction.

What I did not expect was that it was not exactly the police who showed up, but my father.

"I forbade you from causing a scene, April. What the hell have you done? Look at what you did to David." I kept flexing my hand, since they were not even decent enough to give me some ice.

"I did not say what I wanted to, Dad, I just defended myself the best way I could. If you think this is not enough, I can tell them who I caught David with." With that, every eye was on me.

"Get ready, you spoiled brat, because you are going to be arrested after this. What you did is assault," his mother screamed like a maniac.

"If you want, we can take legal action, I have no problem with that. How does emotional distress sound, David?" He just shot me hateful glares through his bloodied face.

"I do not think that is a good idea for anyone. I am not pressing charges, Mother, things just got out of hand."

"No, I will not have it. This girl comes in here and hits you as she pleases. I am sorry, Anthony, but your daughter is a criminal."

"Given the circumstances, I do not think a scandal is what you need, Teresa." For the first time, I smiled at my father.

"What kind of scandal? It is her word against my son's, and he is the victim here." Oh, yeah, right.

"Well, that is not entirely true," I murmured innocently. "You see, when I found David, I took a picture of his... affair?" Which was a lie; I wish I had. But that was enough to make everyone's face drop.

"Enough! I said I will not press charges. And as for you, April, I think it is best if you leave and never come back. You are not worth a piece of shit." My blood boiled hearing him say that.

"I would punch you again, but I will not break my hand over a piece of trash like you. Fuck you, David! Go fuck yourself! Although I think someone already did on our wedding day." And with that, I walked out, but as I was leaving the house, I heard Mrs. Lane screaming.

"We will tell everyone this was her fault. After all, she is just a slut who has been rolling around God knows where..." I felt fury, not blood, bubbling in my veins. That was it. If they wanted to play, we would play. My father gave me a defeated look, because he knew what I was about to do.

"Well, if you want to tell everyone something, tell them the truth, Mrs. Lane!" After this, not only would my hand hurt, but my throat would too. I saw a few neighbors walking over and I dropped the bomb. "Tell them I left your son at the altar when I caught him fucking the best man! Tell them the truth, that he is gay!"

After those words came out of my mouth, Mrs. Lane ran toward me, probably wanting to tackle me. But my father was faster, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of there.

The screaming could still be heard through the car windows, but it was over. I hope David rots in hell.