Sociopath
The nightmares.
Fucking nightmares that didn't let me sleep.
All the things that were done to us.
All the cries begging for help, but no one ever came.
Blood, so much blood.
And tears that shamelessly slid down our faces.
Laughter, awful laughter, of those who got off on our pain and made us feel more of it.
Until we didn’t find salvation in it.
I did. Dominic was different.
He was a kind, generous soul who wanted peace.
Just like our mom.
Our sweet, beautiful mom who couldn't survive this shit life.
I had never blamed her for what she did, although it made me wonder sometimes, How could she have done it? Didn't she at least have hope that someday we would come back?
The glass in my hand shattered into a million pieces from all the pent-up anger inside me. My hand was bleeding, but I didn't give a fuck.
Sapphire was fucking with my head, and it was time to make my move. I usually gave my victims more time, but not this one. I needed her. I was acting stupid and reckless without her touch.
Sapphire’s life as she knew it was over. I just hoped I wouldn’t become one of her nightmares, but right then, I didn't give a shit if I did.
As long as she was with me, nothing else mattered.
The whole drive home was a blur for me. Dad made it to the house in record time, where the party was almost over. He told Xander, our head of security, to take me upstairs and, under no circumstances, let anyone enter my room, not even my mom.
Once I was left alone, I rushed to the bathroom to see myself in the mirror, even though I knew nothing pretty awaited me.
My right cheek was swollen, a purple bruise forming across it. My lip was split, with dried blood on my chin. It was impossible not to wince while touching it. A headache was killing me, so I took a couple pills to numb some of the pain and grabbed the hot water bottle I used during my periods to warm myself up, but put cold water inside it instead. Once it was full, despite the pain, I pressed it against my cheek and lay down on the bed, muffling my cries of agony with a pillow. My body trembled, and even two blankets did nothing to warm me up. I’d never felt so cold in my entire life. Suddenly, my cell phone rang, making me squeeze my eyes harder from the pain in my head. I never thought a ringtone would be the most disgusting sound I could hear. Not even looking at who it was, I answered.
“Yes?” My voice was hoarse and quiet.
“Sapphire? I’ve been texting you for hours. What the hell are you still doing at that party?” Sophie asked.
“My cell wasn’t with me. I’m sorry.”
“Are you all right? Something is off about your voice,” she said tentatively.
“Yes, I’m just tired.”
“Are you sure? I can come over,” she offered.
“No!” My scream was probably loud enough to wake the dead, and it made her pause for a moment. I cleared my throat to elaborate. “The party was boring and my head is killing me. I just need to rest; that’s all.” She couldn't come here. As long as she was unaware of the evil in this world, she was safe.
“Well, okay. But I’m calling you in the morning to check on you,” she warned, and then added, “Steve’s saying ‘hi.’” Steve had been in love with her since we were ten, and he followed her around like a lost puppy. Although she never wanted a relationship with him, she didn't mind crashing at his place whenever she felt like it. He had an apartment in Brooklyn, and that was where she decided to hang out until I fulfilled my family obligation and we could go back to campus.
“Say hi from me too.”
“Sure, bye, babe. Love you.”
“Me too,” I whispered, and then hung up the phone. Deciding sleep was the best cure, I dozed off.
A soft touch on my sore cheek woke me up as my mom stroked me gently. Her eyes watered as she kept on mumbling something I didn't understand. My dad stood by my window, sipping whiskey.
I sat up, ignoring the still present pain in my head, and pressed my back against the headboard.
“What’s going on?” At my question, Dad turned his head to me, and my stomach flipped from his expression.
Nothing good clearly.
“You cannot live here anymore, Sapphire,” my mom said as she sobbed, trying to take my hand in hers, but I removed it from her grip.
“Do you know about Dad and his business, Mom?” She nodded after a bit, destroying the last hope that maybe she had no clue what he did. But even after knowing that, she still stayed with him? What kind of fucking love was that? “How can you live with yourself, Mom?” Her face moved as if I slapped her, and she cast her eyes down in shame.
“That business fed you all these years, made sure you had everything you wanted.”