Revenge

Compromised

It all began with a white iPhone. I was sitting at the bar in the club using Jake's phone to text Marleen, the school drama queen, and considering whether or not to ruin his life with a confession of undying love when the call came. I coughed up my drink when I saw the name, as a slender pair of hands rested themselves upon my shoulders.

"What's wrong, cutie? My touch too much for you to handle?" Jade, my girlfriend asked, sliding onto the barstool next to me, grinning madly.

"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes as I picked up Jake's phone.

"Hello?" I asked, praying it wasn't him.

"J - j - j- jake?" I could hear the club's music through my left ear, and the same tune repeated through the reciever in my right.

"HAYDEN? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

A sobbing voice emerged from the reciever, "I'm sorry man I used your old ID and now I drank too much and now I'm stuck with a pair of gay guys who won't let me go and I'm sorry and please please please come get me Zac pleaaase!" His sobs were getting louder by the minute. I rolled my eyes as Jake returned, giving a questioning gaze to Jade.

"Something wrong with Hayden." She mouthed. At this, Jake's face paled. His fault. My anger simmered at this.

"Alright Hayden, calm down, and I'll come get you." I tried my best reassuring voice and imitated those emergency calls you see on TV. "Now this is a big club, so I need you to tell me exactly where you are. Are you near any speakers?" I had helped out with the sound system installation a few years ago and knew the location of every speaker in the building.

"Yeah, it's...it's a big one with a hole in the bottom." He said, voice still quivering. "The whole floor is shaking from it." His voice had now reached the pitch of a chipmunk being suffocated.

"Alright buddy, I'll be there in just a sec. Hang on and stay where you are, we're coming to get you." I tried my best to keep my voice level. How could Jake bring Hayden here when I expressedly told him not to? He was soooo getting it tonight. Best friend or not, girlfriend's brother or not, noone messes with my bro.

I dragged Jade along, Jake in tow. He knew what I could, and would, do when I got hold of him. Out of the corner I spotted Hayden with a few older men on each side of him and made a beeline for the exit, thursting aside the pulsating bodies and ignoring the cries of protest I got.

"HAYDEN!" I shouted to make myself heard over the throb of the music. "LEFT EXIT! COUNT SODA!" I met his eye, knowing full well he understood my cryptic instructions.

S......o........d...........a! On the fourth tap of my finger against my thigh, Hayden began his race through the bodies. Shoving a red-haired girl aside, he reached the exit where Jade, Jake and I were waiting.

Heading towards my blood-red Porsche Panamera, I felt my rage simmering. If I killed Jake on that bonnet, the bloodstains wouldn't show. I considered it briefly before grunting a merciless "Get in. Jake, Hayden, back." Those were the two people I usually never rejected from the front seat. But that was to change tonight.

I sat in my seat while the others got in, my hand gripping the wheel hard enough to make my knuckles pale. I heard the click of their seatbelts echo through the car, shattering the tense silence that had built up. They knew that there was a 99.9% chance of death when I drove angry.

"Talk to me Jade, before I kill both of our bros," I let out a short burst, slamming my hand against the wheel and pressing back in the Alcantra leather chair.

She simply reached over and turned the key in the ignition. I reached over and flipped it back off. If anyone was dying today, I wanted it to be on my terms, not on the open road.