~Kiss The Dust~

Carlos Alejandro woke up from the bed with a start. He was utterly drenched in a pool of his own sweat. It dripped from his hair and into his eyes stinging them. In frantic motions, his eyes darted back and forth over every space in his dimly lit room. His first thoughts were to run to his father's room but the business man didn't like the sight of him in this state, so he stayed put looking like he was haunted.

All he wanted to do was close his eyes and never be able to open them for the rest of his life. He needed to be dead but it wasn't coming for him anytime soon. The last words which Nicolas spoke to him the day before, came back with thrice the force. Alarmed, he grabbed the glass cup and aspirin next to his bed. It was a precautionary measure against his sudden panic attacks triggered by his nightmares.

His incessant trembling soon ceased after he washed down a tablet of aspirin down his throat with water. The digital alarm clock rang out suddenly, sending him into a shock as his heart rate picked up, drumming erratically.

Slowly, he willed himself to take control of himself before he set his feet on the floor to prepare for his workout routines. Various objects met his feet as he stood.  his vision cleared to discover several damaged things which constituted to his room looking like a tornado wrecked through it.

With a sigh, he began to clear the room before his Dad would step in to behold the scene. If that happened, his back was going to be sore for weeks. Clearing his room took a huge part of his time but he managed to do it effectively and in a way that would't arouse suspicion from his stern father.

Half an hour after he had taken a much needed bath and freshened up for school, he stepped out of his car the moment he stopped the engine. Too exhausted, he didn't pause as he normally would to smile or flirtatously wink at the girls who ogled him. His mind remained elsewhere.

When he arrived his locker, he tossed a few books in, took out the ones he needed and resumed on his way to class. He might be a bully, but his father would have his neck if his grades suffered for his acts.

From the corner of his eyes, he made out the figure of two people walking in the same direction he was. When his hazy vision focused on them, he saw it was Nicolas and Dolores whose fingers were locked together as they walked side by side. Following closely behind was Adelina, her boyfriend and Simeon. He had always had his suspicion about Simeon but he wasn't someone he could easily mess with like the way he could with Nicolas. So when he pulled out of the gang, he did nothing to bring him back.

Ignoring the rest of them with his mind focused solely on Dolores and Nicolas, he made a silent vow within himself to break them down mentally and make them as fucked up as he was before the whole truth would eventually spread.

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After class, he headed over to his locker and just before he get to it, he noticed a small crowd of people gathered there. Curiosity filling him, he rushed there with an angry vein popping in his forehead.

"Step away from my locker." His voice thundered.

With great speed, they scurried out of there before he turned on them. When the view cleared, what he saw sent the life in his face packing and made his heart still.

CARLOS ALEJANDRO IS A MURDERER!

His blood ran cold, his knees buckled underneath him almost sending him spiralling to the floor. His fingers began another round of violent trembling. The walls started to close in on him as he sank down on all fours on the nasty ground right in the hallway. His feeble vision could only catch faint sight of various feet scurrying in his direction. Voices call out his name but his condition made him unable to respond to any.

He flipped himself on his back gasping loudly. His chest constricted with every intake of breath he took. The flyer on his locker had sent a staggering shock which got him weak to his bones. How many of the students had seen this?

Feet scurried in his direction, crouching low very close to him. Carlos opened his eyes up to a fraction, faintly catching sight of Dolores doing her best to resuscitate him before his spirit left his body. It was frantic all around him. The noise, the panic arising from every corner of where he laid; it was all too hectic.

The humiliation which washed over him in torrent was on a different level. Never had he dreamed to be at the mercy of the ones he vowed to deal with. Not to mention the ones he had scores to settle with. It was beyond mortifying that he was the one at the receiving end of their pathetic looks and show of pity.

Shoving them off would have been a better option than being subjected to this ridicule but he possessed no single thread of strength in his feeble frame. His eyes fluttered ooen and close as he fought against being awake to witness the next line of action they would take, and slipping into a numbing unconsciousness. The latter won as he surrendered to the dark stillness around him.

When his eyes opened again, he was in his room and on his bed, cocooned by the warmth of his blanket. As he sat up wondering how he arrived at his home and who brought him, a wet towel fell from his forehead onto his thighs covered by thick blankets. He gave it a long stare before tossing the blanket aside and standing with unstable feet on the floor.

He dragged his way to the intercom system installed in his room, by the door and clicked on the button. It crackled for a second then came to life.

A voice filtered in through the speaker. "Yes, young master?"

"Come in here, Martha." He padded back the same way he had come then sat on the bed to wait for his handmaid's arrival.

Seconds after, a burly woman with splash of grey hairs crisscrossing her blonde hair, walked in. Carlos gave her a cold stare.

"Did you see who brought me in here?"

She shook her head in response. "No. I was out to attend to other duties that the Master had me do."

He sneered at her. "How much more incapable can you get? Strangers come into the house and you didn't even think to ask the others if any strange thing happened upon your absence. Pathetic."

"I'm sorry, young Master. It will never happen again."

He flicked his fingers rudely at her. "Keep your pathetic apologies to yourself, Martha. What is more important to me is that you put a call through to my party planner. Inform her of a party I need arranged soon."

"What is the exact day you want me to tell her?"

"Parties happen on Fridays. That should be perfect." He grinned suddenly to which she mirrored with a slight shudder. "Tell her it's a party for hormonal teenagers. That should tip her towards my preferences; booze, loud music and more booze."

The woman managed a little bow of her aging head. "I will do just that, young master. I deeply apologize for slacking in my duties. Won't happen again."

"They had better not or else you will be kissing your sorry little job goodbye. Can I be alone now?"

She nodded again, bundling her mass out of the room to the distaste of Carlos. Ever since his mom's death, he'd avoided Martha like a plague. Careful not to make deep  interactions with her which could in turn evoke unwanted emotions in him. He wasn't one to be affected easily by mere feelings for they had little to no effect on him.

He grew cold hearted to the extent of seeing a puppy out in the cold and choosing the option of watching it die out there. He was that hopeless. The only person that seemed to silence those demons while managing to cause a flicker of emotions was his Father and it was as a result of his brutality.

He looked at his window with a longing that reflected in the posture of his shadowy figure. It was only a matter of time and patience, and he would get that last laugh. He wasn't one to remain in defeat for so long. Despite whatever that would happen, he would get back his own pound of flesh over the humiliation Nicolas had caused by helping him in his vulnerable state. The threats he was issues in the boys locker room would not be exempted.

Once his handmaid gets in contact with his party planner, things would officially swing into motion. If the information given to him proved to be true, then there was a way to send Nicolas spiralling to the dust.

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