5-Revenge.

Hazel POV.

I took an Uber back home, to the dorms, I ran inside, fueled with so much adrenaline, I took the dress and heels off, I can't move wearing those, I went with Alexander hoodie and a comfy black leggings, along with my running shoes, now that I was feeling like myself, I'm ready to go.

I got into my car, and drove back toward his apartment building, the alcohol effect still buzzing in the back of my head, but not strong enough to stop me.

I parked my car opposite to his building, I looked around for maybe a minute before I saw it, his car, his pride and joy, parked too neatly, too confidently, too safe. Cyrus never hides the fact that he loves his car more than anyone in this world, including me, back when we were dating, remembering the one time he yelled at me for spilling coffee in his car, getting kicked out of the car even, so he could clean it.

I went to my trunk, I know I have things to help change my tiers, one of my brother's men has changed a tier for me before, and I saw him getting it from my trunk. I messed around until I found it and then found something I could use, a heavy iron rod.

I took a deep breath, remembering every time he pissed me off, every time he had touched me without my permission, and finally the fact that he cheated on me the same day I had denied him to touch me in places I don't want to be touched in.

Another deep breath, and I decided, it's his car for my heart, I swung and hit, breaking his side mirrors.

'What are you doing here,' his voice filled with annoyance, let me see his face now, trying to drive without both mirrors.

Something in me shifted that moment, I have never done anything like this, never taken my revenge, never went back for payback, but look at me now, payback is a bitch, and revenge is better served cold.

I kept going, moving to his windshield next, hitting it as hard as I could, the glass didn't break, so I hit it again and again, until it gave, shattering like my broken heart. Next, I kept hitting with what's left of my power until I couldn't anymore, I dropped the rod on the ground, finally coming back to my senses, the car light was turning on and off, the alarm blaring through the night, telling the whole neighbourhood that I'm here and look what I have done.

I took a step back, thinking of what to do next? Do I run? Do I stay and wait until Cyrus comes out and face him? Tell him it's me?

I was lost, for a moment, but the red and blue lights coming toward me made the decision for me, I took off running, if I end up in jail, my brother is going to have my head on a stick.

I heard them coming closer, and I ran faster, good thing I changed from my club clothes, and the heels, I kept on running, taking a left, hoping they wouldn't know it's me, or find me.

But I heard them, they were right behind me, I was dead, if they killed me, it would be a million times easier than what my brother would do.

"Freeze, hands in the air," they yelled from behind me, I looked for anywhere to go, to hide, but sadly, there was no place for me to go, I was stuck.

"Freeze," they yell again, and I do as they say, putting my hand up in the air.

"On your knees," he says and I shook my head no.

"On your knees," the officer yells again, and I shake my head again.

The officer came closer, pulling my hands down, pulling them behind my back, putting handcuffs on me, and that was my cue to start crying.

"You have a right to remain silent, anything you say will be used against you in court. You have the right to consult with a lawyer, if you can't afford it, one will be provided by the state."

I was pushed in the back of their car and driven off toward my doom I kept on crying the whole way there, we got into their station, I was processed in. My phone, earrings, belt, and shoelaces were taken away from me. My finger prints taken, and finally I was sitting waiting for my name to be called.

"Hazel Romano," my name was being called, and I went up, then I was taken to take with a detective.

"Hazel, I'm detective Mark, and I'll be reviewing your case," he says.

"Okay," I mumble.

"Now tell me what happened?" he asks me.

"I...Uhh..." I say.

"You knew him? The owner of the car? My officers said that he's a nightmare to deal with," he says and I just nod.

"Ex?" he asks me.

"He cheated on me," I confess.

"And so you went and broke his car, revenge, fair I say, but not legal," he says, and I felt like I was digging myself a deeper hole.

"I want to make a phone call," I say.

"You have the right to make one, here you go," he says, turning his phone toward me, and I thought of whose numbers I had memorised, Leonard, he'll skin me alive. But who else did I know, it's not my brother, but his second hand, and he's just as resourceful as my brother.

I dialled his number and waited for him to answer the phone call, praying to god he answers and I don't have to call my brother.

"Yes," Alexander answers.

"I need help," I say.

"Where are you?" he asks.

"Police station, near my campus," I say, not going into details.

"Keep your mouth shut, I'll be there in ten," he says, ending the call.

"Done?" the detective asks, sitting back at his office, he did give me a moment of privacy.

"Yeah, someone is coming to get me," I say.

"Until they get here, why don't you tell me about what happened," he says in a calm voice, trying to keep his tone friendly.

"Nothing happened, I saw a police car, and I jumped," I say, denying everything.

"This is your first offence. Why don't we make it go smoothly?" he asks me, and I stay quiet.

"Hazel," the detective says my name with a sigh, but I kept my silence.

"Fine, take her back," the detective says, and I was dragged back toward the holding cells.

I took a seat there and just stayed quiet, avoiding everyone who was there with me. They tried to talk to me, to ask me what I did, how I ended up here, but I just shook my head, giving them nothing. I stayed there for god knows how long, it felt like a year, but I knew that I was there for like an hour, maybe a little bit more. 

Then my name was called again, I went out, asking where I'm going next? Jail? To talk to the detective again?

"You made bail," the officer taking me says, and then takes me to get my things back, I signed that I have received everything, and was ready to leave.

"Ready?" Alexander asks, standing all broody and dark, he's the one who came to my saving.

"Does he know?" I ask him, but he ignores me, he starts moving, and I follow him quickly, we got in his car, and I wait for him to say something.

"Alexander," I say in a low voice, maybe I should've called Leo, he looked more pissed than I expected him to.

"Why did you do it?" he asks me.

"He cheated on me," I say, and I noticed his grip going tighter around the steering wheel, he took a deep breath, and then let it go.

"Why didn't you call me?" he asks me.

"I didn't think we were on that level of friendship," I say, we aren't even close, maybe when I was a child, and he used to hang around, but not since my teenage years.

"If someone hurt you, you should call Leo, or me, I would have set his car on fire, print free," he says, making me gasp.

"You would've do that for me?" I ask, feeling my heart melt, no one has ever offered to set a car on fire for me before.

"I would," he says with a small smile.

I noticed where we're going now, and how late it is, three in the morning, and we're heading toward the club.

"My place is the other way," I say, meaning the dorms.

"You don't really think you're getting out of this easily, right?" he says, meaning Leo.

"You told him?" I ask him, knowing the answer already.

"He's my friend and boss, of course, I did," he says, making me groan.

"How bad do you think it is?" I ask him.

"Bad enough he might be taking you over his knee," he says with a smirk.

"I'm not five anymore," I object quickly.

"You sure act like one," he says, chuckling.

I was enjoying my time with Alexander, but the closer we got to where my doom was waiting, the more fear started to settle in the bottom of my heart. He's going to kill me.

"Will you stay? As a witness," I say, getting out of this car.

"More of to clean the blood when he's done," he says, still joking with me, but both of our smiles dropped as soon as we got through the door.