CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Mark Conely

MARK HAD DIFFICULTY opening his eyes because of the brightness of the room.

— Good night, Sleeping Beauty — Anthony said sarcastically.

— Where am I? Tony?

— In my new home.

Mark still did n't understand anything.

— I told you... I'm going to make your life a real hell, you took from me everything I had of value, Josie was and will be the only woman I loved in my life.

— I love her too.

— I gave you someone to love, wasn't that enough?

— Camille?

— Sure, you idiot, or do you think a guy like you could date someone like her? — In fact, the child she was expecting was mine, but I managed to fix her and her child, everything will be fine in the end... I think that's a bit cliché, however, sometimes we need happy endings, but that will depend on what point of view we're talking about, because from your point of view the ending is going to be pretty tragic, Mark.

Mark felt the terror in Anthony's words...

So it was all an insane prank from the start?

— I know you loved her — Anthony continued with indifference in his voice, — that's why you're here, no one in the world has the right to love you as much as I do, and I admit that it's going to hurt me too, I've always considered you the brother who doesn't love you — had.

— You need help, Anthony, your madness has turned to illness.

— My illness is you, I'm going to leave you in such a way that Josie will never want you again.

'Let's put an eraser on this, Tony, no one will benefit from this.

— You're used to defeats, don't compare yourself to me ever, Mark, ever...—

MARK WOULD RATHER DIE than live through what he's been through at Anthony's hands.

The first thing Anthony did was break off, one by one, all of Mark's fingers, so he'd never play his damn violin again.

— If you only knew how irritating it is to see him succeed and get all those awards...

— Tony... stop... we're friends...

Every broken finger was a scream of torment.

— Friends become enemies too, you taught me that, now you'll taste the terror of everything you've planted in our friendship.

— I swear it wasn't my intention... you have to understand...

Anthony broke Mark's left arm, which caused him to give another desperate cry of pain.

— Understand what? Who was fucking my girl behind my back? If you wanted to fuck me, talk to me.

MARK BEARED THE PAIN like a hero who wins the war alone, but when his spine was broken, everything went black as the darkest night there could be.