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replaying the same scene, as if I could ever forget those screams.  They would haunt me for the rest of my life.   

    CHAPTER 4
    Dylan
    I'd just left Brooke's room against my will due to the urging of Nurse Ratchet.  That would forever be my new nickname for the bitch that came between me and my wife.  I knew she meant well, and truly had my best interest in mind, but it pissed me off.  I had also sensed at times that she may be like the other women, completely enamored by my physical appearance.  It wasn't happening.  There was only one woman for me, the only one that had ever accepted me for me.  The whole me.  
    I was just getting settled in my bed from hell, when Tristan came strolling in.  The look on his face told me that he meant business, and that the news wasn't good.   I could only assume that whatever he had to say, involved me spending time in a Russian jail.  "Hey, man," I said, as he pulled a chair next to my bed.
    "We need to talk."
    "About what?" I asked.
    "About Kristof, your dad...about you."
    "What about it, Tristan?"
    "It isn't good , man.  Where do I even begin?"
    "Why don't you just spill the shit and get it over with."
    "How about you stop being an asshole and listen for once, eh, Dylan?"
    " Touché, buddy.  Quit playing guessing games and just say what you need to say," I fired back.
    "Alright.  Who did you tell that we were coming here?"
    I sat straight up in bed, clutching my stomach.  "What the fuck are you talking about, T?  I didn't tell anyone we were coming here.  How could I?  We left so fast and you were with me the whole time.  You tell me.  Maybe you told someone, or maybe...it was someone you shouldn't have trusted who sold you out."
    "No, Dylan.  Alexi would never do that.  Besides, he was with me and Brooke the whole time.  There is no way that he could have done this."
    "Again.  What the fuck are you talking about?"
    "I'm talking about when I went back to Kristof's place to get you.  I'm assuming that you figured out who the mystery man was, who Kristof was talking to.  It was your dad, wasn't it , Dylan?"
    I sat quietly for a long moment, knowing that I couldn't lie to my friend because he had seen everything, and he knew how pissed I was seeing Brooke treated as a whore.  I took a deep breath before I answered.
    "Yes," I said in a defeated tone.  "He was the one sitting and smoking cigars with Kristof, while were up in the room waiting with Brooke.  I didn't know it at the time, but after I had slit that fucker's throat, I was on my way out and ran into my dad.  All the pieces slowly came together.  You should've heard the sick shit they were saying, while I was standing there, listening.  And you know what, T?  Do you know what he said to me when I asked him why?  He said he did it for money.  He didn't need any more fucking money, Tristan!"
    "I know," he said, quietly.  "I'm sorry about your dad , D.  I'm sure having to do what you did wasn't easy."
    "He backed me in a fucking corner , Tristan.  I had no choice.  It was either him, or me.  I chose me.  FUCK!" I yelled, feeling my anger rise. 
    "Look, I know you're pissed and I'm sure you're sad too, but I have to tell you something about when I returned to get you."
    "What the hell, now ?"
    "When I came in and found you lying on the floor, I was scoping the place out.  I knew I needed to move fast before Kristof's goons came in and alerted the Russian authorities to the crime scene.  My original plan was to get you out of there as fast as I could and get you to the hospital without drawing any attention to us, and then get back to Kristof's and clean up the scene."
    "But...?"
    "Well...here's where it gets weird , Dylan.  There was nothing for me to clean up, nothing for me to stage."
    "How in the hell is that even possible , Tristan?" I asked.
    "I don't know.  Think about it.  Someone had to know that we were there and saw what happened between you and your dad."
    "No one knew we were