The Sound of Revenge

Laura and Ryan

Laura’s POV
My baby was dead. My ex was a murderer and Ryan wouldn’t even speak to me. I had tried to call him but with no success. He had stood up for me against Gabe. He had hit Gabe, yet he still didn’t show. I could understand how shocked he must have felt. How betrayed, but what he didn’t understand was how much I needed him right now. The thought of what could have been my baby, dead and flouting inside of me made me sick with rage. I didn’t know what had happened to Samantha either. Ryan had called her. I had seen him just as I started to black out, but she had never come. I was worried about her but mostly I was worried about Ryan and whether he would ever speak to me again.
Ryan’s POV
I needed to get some anger out. I was still angry after the events on Saturday even though I had managed to get some of it out on that Gabe kid. He deserved what he got. I was at Darcy’s, gaming. I did it a lot when I was angry. I needed to.
“You know you should probably call Laura man. She needs you” Darcy instructed.
“Oh don’t pretend to be Mr Perfect. Why aren’t you with Samantha right now?” I asked, annoyed.
“Her friend is over there right now apologising and I thought I wouldn’t intrude” Darcy smiled. I hated how most of the time he was right. He never bragged about it though but he was. Always. Always right.
“What do you want me to do? She lied to me man. I hate liars!” I said.
“Did she? Think about it. Did she really lie to you? Did you even ask her?”
“No but she should have told me. That’s the same as lying” I said but as I said it I knew it wasn’t right. Once again Darcy was right. That’s why we were mates. He kept me from ruining my life and I made sure his wasn’t boring. Not that he was a boring person, he just made the right decisions. I made the stupid decisions. The night I first met Laura I was so tempted to sleep with her. To take advantage of her, but I rang Darcy who shook some sense into me. I’m so glad I didn’t. Even if she was a liar (which she wasn’t), I slowly got to know her in a way I would not of if I had slept with her.