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back on my feet. I started picturing my brother laughing about the incident later on, letting me know that he knew all along what I ’ d been up to. My mind started racing. Christian planned all this. Finally everything slowly began to make sense. In some ways, he suspected that India was drifting away.
    I heard their laughter outside when I got up. My stomach ached, but I managed to get to the door. They had locked me in from the outside and I slowly began to realise that there wasn ’ t any other way out of here. I had to give it to him; he wanted to get rid of me so he could change India ’ s mind.
    I slammed my fists on the metal door. Aware that I ’ ve been played with.
    “ Don ’ t worry, princess, someone will let you out in the morning, ” Bryan snarled. “ When the party is over. ”
    “ Tell him that he can go and fuck himself. India is mine, she always was and she always will be! ”
    I had no idea if they heard me because a few moments later I heard the engine running and they were driving away. Breathing hard, I started searching for a way out, moving around the old building, knowing that he was winning again. He knew what I was up to all along and he made sure that I would never go ahead with my master plan.
    At that point I wanted him dead, truly and utterly dead. It turned out that I got what I wanted in the end, but it was all too late.

Chapter Four
    Ugly fucking love.

    Present

    When I think about the past, I know that someone finally had let me out in the morning, and when I got home my mother was crying. The news about Christian came to me unexpectedly. At first, my brain wasn ’ t processing what was happening. I didn ’ t believe that he was dead. Mum was sobbing and trying to get through to my father, who was away abroad.
    I wanted to get to India, knowing that she was probably in shock, but then the police arrived, and my grandparents. No one was paying much attention to me then. Mum ’ s perfect son was dead. The house was trashed. From what I heard, Christian didn ’ t drink at all and he took the car in the early hours of the morning without reason, leaving everyone still partying. The police said that he was driving in the middle of the road, like he didn ’ t see the oncoming truck. He crashed straight into it and died instantly. This was wrong because I was supposed to be fucking sad and grieving, but not after the night in the abandoned building. I was glad that I no longer had to compete with him, that I finally had India all to myself. I was happy that he wasn ’ t in my life anymore.
    I didn ’ t see India until the funeral, and even after that she was constantly around other people. Later on when everyone left, she was alone, staring blankly at the coffin. It killed me that she pushed me away that day. It was like she became a different person. From that moment on the abuse started. At first, I couldn ’ t get my head around it. I tried to talk to her a few times, but she kept shutting me down, distancing herself like our past didn ’ t matter anymore. A few weeks after my brother ’ s death, she turned into a bully, and I took it all. I was rotting in the image of a loser, the one that people always made fun of. All her actions were confusing. The more she hurt me, the more withdrawn I became. Back in those days, I kept to myself, avoided parties and avoided my mother, who only got worse. When the first opportunity came, I left Gargle and never looked back.

    My breathing is now long and deep. I lie on my bed for a really long time, thinking about India and her pain. She chose to hurt me because of what happened to her at that fucking party. If she could have told me the truth all those years ago, then everything would have been so different.
    Nothing comes to my mind. I can ’ t seem to deal with the new emotions that are crushing me, so I pick up my phone from the dresser and call Jacob. I fucked up with him today, but he should understand that I made a mistake.