• Betrayal Of Trust



    As Rogard walked down the alley, he cursed and threw his fit. After all this time, believing that his best friend has been on good terms with him after the “incident” he had finally found out it was all a lie. A filthy, dirty, no-good lie. However, Rogard would not let her get away with this. He would get her back and make her suffer, day by day.

    Day 1


    “How could he do this!?” cried Martha as she read her text message from Rogard. “I told him it wasn’t true!” Martha read the message time after time, hoping each time that it would change to something more pleasant. It did not. To make sure she understood what it said, she read it aloud.
    “Martha, I’ve had enough. Ever since that incident, you’ve been acting weird, yet you’ve said nothing is wrong. After talking to many of your friends and family, I can safely say you are lying. Please, Martha, tell me the truth. Your friend, Rogard.”
    She deleted the message and started weeping. “There’s nothing between us, you idiot! They were all lying! I told you they hated you and wanted to cause you pain, but no, you had to listen to them! I’ll show you, you monster!” With that, she ran home, avoiding the fourth stair on the five-stair staircase, since the fourth one was greasy and slimy and many a person had slipped and fell on it.
    When she got to her computer, Martha instantly went to her blog site. In less than a minute, she had written, in Chinese, a message to all her friends and Rogard. She had learned Chinese only six months before hand, yet she could speak it as if it was her first language. She only spoke in Chinese when she was pissed. She knew Rogard would know this and would piece the puzzle together. As she put a ban on Rogard’s I.P address, she started crying harder. She was doing something that was very cruel, yet, she knew it had to be done.

    “I’m home!” yelled Rogard as he entered his house after a day at work. No one was ever home, but he yelled just in case by some off chance someone was home. He got onto his computer to check his e-mails. He was hoping Martha had replied and was going to tell him the truth. If she did, he’d forgive her. If not, he’d continue ignoring her.
    “No new e-mails?” said Rogard as he scrolled through the list. “Figures.” As he went to Martha’s blog site he knew something was wrong. It said his I.P. address was not allowed. Deciding to investigate, he put his hacking abilities to use. Within a minute, he was on her blog site. The first thing he spotted was the Chinese. He copied the text and took it to the nearest Chinese translation site. He read aloud what it said.
    “I’ve had enough. My “best friend”, Rogard has for the longest time, thought I was mad at him for what happened. After much talking, I thought I had finally convinced him that everything was O.K. I would be wrong. The stupid idiot listened to my family, who he knows have never liked him, and has accused me of lying! I’ve had enough! Rogard, if you’re reading this, burn in Hell you traitorous-”Rogard immediately ended the translation. He started crying.
    “What have I done?” cried Rogard as he logged off his computer. “Everything was O.K. and I’ve ruined it all! How could I be so dumb?!” As he climbed into his bed at only seven o’clock at night, he took his pills and feel into an uneasy sleep, full of anxiety attacks and hopelessness.

    Day 2


    “Would you look at this,” said Martha, a smug grin on her face. “Not even twelve hours after he sent that text and he’s already regretting it.” Rogard had sent her over ten apology letters and she had deleted every single one of them. She wasn’t going to forgive him this easy. If it were any other friend, she’d just go to him and yell at him until he started bleeding out the ears, figuratively of course. However, with Rogard, she couldn’t. He had two major problems. One, his blood was unnaturally thin from birth an even the slightest cut could cause him to bleed to death in minutes. Second, if it became too loud for Rogard, his eardrums would instantly explode and he would start bleeding out the ears. This would lead to death more than likely. Therefore, she had to teach him a lesson by not talking to him. If she was correct (And she usually was), she’d get the results she wanted in four days, this being day two. As she got out of her computer chair, the phone started ringing. She looked at the number and knew at once that is was the number Rogard used when he was making prank calls.
    “Ha, like I haven’t memorized THAT number,” said Martha as she shut the phone off. She walked over to the couch and laid down, and eventually fell asleep.

    Rogard had not talked to Martha in twenty-four hours and already he was in trouble. He had constant anxiety attacks; he could not eat a single thing without puking it right back up, and his eyes hadn’t stopped crying since he woke up. He was truly a nervous wreck if one had ever been seen.
    “Why is this happening to me?” asked Rogard, as he walked, by himself, down the alley way that led to Martha’s house. “Did I screw up this badly? Is there no-” He stopped midsentence as he saw who awaited him at the end of the alley. It was Martha’s Grandma, the very one who had been telling him all those lies. He knew EXACTLY what she wanted.
    “Hello, Rogard,” she said, in a happy voice that hid her malice. “How-.” She started.
    “Cut to the chase you old hag!” said Rogard, immediately tensing up. He knew she could only want to cause him harm. However, she couldn’t get away with it as long as Martha was around. However, without Martha anywhere near, she could do whatever she wanted and no one would ever accuse her. One of the greatest things that came with age, no one suspected you could move more than five meters without being tired and winded.
    “After all these years, I finally have you,” she said. “Ever since I met you, I hated you. I don’t know why, but I did!”
    “It’s probably because I look like your old husband,” said Rogard.
    “SHUT UP!” she cried. She started reaching towards her right pocket, where she kept her old Swiss army knife.
    “Grandma, enough,” said Martha as she turned the corner into the alleyway. “I may hate his guts right now, but I don’t want him dead. Now, run along and leave him.” Martha’s grandma stared at Rogard for a second, then pulled out her hand and walked off.
    “Thanks Mar-,” said Rogard as Martha walked up and smacked him. “WHAT THE HELL! YOU COULD KILL ME!” Rogard rubbed his cheek and knew he couldn’t have died from that. He had taken his pills, which thickened his blood a bit, so even if he had started bleeding, it would be hours before it became serious.
    “GET OUT OF THIS NEIGHBOUR HOOD NOW BEFORE I SMACK YOU AGAIN!” screamed Martha, already on her way back to her house. Rogard sat on the ground until Martha was out of sight. Once she was out of sight, he started crying and continued until he reached his house.

    Day 3


    Rogard woke up and immediately ran to the bathroom. Ever since he found out Martha hated his guts, he had been puking non-stop. He could barely keep water down, let alone food. He knew that this was bad and needed to be dealt with. Yet, there was no way to contact Martha. She knew all his phone numbers off by heart, she knew all of his e-mail accounts, and she could see who was outside her house without having to open the door.
    “I have no choice,” he said to himself as he poured himself a glass of water. “I need to take action!” He slammed the glass of water on the kitchen counter, got his stuff on, and left the house, his pills still on the counter.

    It had taken him five hours to get to Martha’s house in what would usually be a five-minute walk. Her grandma had quite literally set up people to watch the area for him in hopes he’d show up so they could beat him senseless. As he approached the house, he noticed that Martha’s grandma was sitting on the top step of the staircase.
    “The fact that you made it pass all my sentries makes up for the fact I don’t get to hurt you now,” she said.
    “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” replied Rogard.
    “Don’t get used to it.”
    “I don’t plan on it.”
    As Rogard walked up the staircase, being careful to avoid the fourth stair, he noticed that Martha’s grandma was looking at him with… pity. As he puzzled over this, he knocked on the door of the house. He could hear footsteps approaching the door. The door started to open.
    “Grandma, what is i-,” started Martha. She immediately spotted Rogard. “You have… the nerve… to show up here… after all this?” Her entire arm was shaking from the rage she was feeling. Rogard realized he had made another terrible mistake.
    “Martha I-,” he started. The door slammed shut so fast it caused Rogard to step onto the staircase. He started crying.
    “Don’t let your pain get in the way of thinking” said Martha’s grandma, a huge smile on her face.
    “What the Hell are you talk-,” started Rogard as he started walking down the steps. Then he realized. He had already been on the top step of the staircase. He had just stepped on the fourth step. His body flew out from under him, causing him to fall forward into the cement pathway at the bottom. He didn’t even have to touch his skull to realize he was bleeding. In addition, he had forgotten his pills at home, well out of his reach.
    “One year ago, my husband died on these steps because you were in a hurry and made him step on the fourth step,” said Martha’s grandma. “He died in hospital from blood lose. He had the exact same problem you have. Very thin blood that caused him to bleed out in minutes. I’ve spent the last year making you think Martha hated you for it. Now, I’ve won. You will die here. Good-bye, wretched boy.”
    As she started to laugh, a crackly dry laugh that sounded as if it caused great pain to perform, sirens from ambulances started closing in. She started looking around, trying to figure out how they knew. As she looked down, Rogard reached out from under his body with his hand and showed a special phone that contacted the hospital with a person’s exact location.
    “Not…. Today,” said Rogard as he started to lose consciousness. He heard some paramedics start talking as they got out of the newly arrived ambulance. He heard the door of Martha’s house open and heard someone cry his name, probably Martha. As he began to sink into darkness, he heard a paramedic say something to him.
    “It’s O.K., we’ll stop the bleeding.” Just as he finally lost consciousness, he thought of only one thing.
    “Only Martha can stop my heart from bleeding.”

    The End