If you are a fan of a certain ex-friend of Dominik, you may want to skip this chapter. Because it's not going to be pretty.

Chapter 3

Still

I remember a time when I wanted to be just friends with you. But my heart wanted more, and when it came out. You teased and humiliated and now...even beaten me for it...No more. I looked at him one more time, took the bat and swung... Wait a minute, we went way too far into the chapter, let's scoot this back some. You at least need to know how we got here.

A week has past since my final suicide attempt, school had been going fine. It's like I never even took a day off. I had started to pack and started to help Mum and Father pack up for the time being. I couldn't wait to move in with Nick. I walked back from school, the next week. Aleks had been nowhere in sight, like the whole week. I started to walk from school to the local diner to grab a bite.

"Hey, spermshooter!" Speak of the devil. I turned and saw him. The one who started all this. Aleksander. He brought two of his cronies along. They pushed me into an alley and held me against a wall. "You've been gone way too long, Dominik." I spat in his face, struggling to break free. He wiped it off and hit me in the face. He then grabbed his skateboard and started hitting me in the ribs.

"HEY. What are you kids doing here?!" The diner manager spoke. He was a heavy-set man, with a brown flattop and a gold-tooth. He also had a Russian accent, but spoke Polish. Soon, the three meatheads ran off, leaving me to clutch my stomach in agony. "You alright?" He helped me up to my feet.

Yeah. I'm fine.

"Do you need to see a doctor or anything?" I was in no mood to see a doctor.

No, I'm good. Is there a cab nearby? We walked out of the alley.

"Sure kid, it's over there." He pointed over to a cab that had finally started to move, but not in my direction. It headed away into the distance. "Tough luck. Come on in, a free meal! Just for you." I walked in, looking around. The place was nice, but was completely empty. "You're just in time, we were just about to close for the evening. What can I get you?"

Some tea would be nice. I said weakly, still clutching my ribs.

"I'll go and make my best batch."

I needed this cruise around Warsaw. I've been stressed about this whole Dominik moving thing, but it's all good. I had to make some home improvements over the last couple days, making the guest room into a full sized second bedroom. I've spent thousands, but I felt like I've needed to do this. For times like this. Dominik will shit his pants when he sees this... Wait, is that him right there? What's he doing in Kincaid's Kafe? I'm gonna go in for a closer look. I entered and saw him sitting there, sipping on a drink. I knew the manager, Kincaid. Stingy, but a good guy.

"Nicholai! What can I get you, the usual?"

Not this time, Kin. I saw Dominik look at me, I walked towards him, and took the seat in front. I knew something was wrong.

"You know him, Nicholai?"

Yeah. I do. What's wrong?

"Eh, some hoodlums attacked him in the alleyway. They were beating him with skateboards."

Skateboards? Skateboards. I knew who did it. That son of a bitch Aleks will suffer. Put this on my tab. Let's go, Dominik. He and I walked out of there, and headed for the door.

"Don't worry about paying. It was free." Whoa, Kincaid gave out a free drink? Is this real life?

Thanks, Kincaid. Dasvidaniya!

"Dasvidianiya, Comrade Nicholai!" We walked out of the diner and headed for the BMW.

"You know that guy?" Dominik asked, apparently favoring his midsection.

Long story. Let's go, we've much to discuss. We got to my house and I helped him into the living room.

"So, what do you want to discuss?"

My plan. He looked adorably dumbfounded. Wait, did my mind just say that?

"What plan?"

My plan is simple, we, uh kill the Aleks. He chuckled, thinking I'm joking (see what I did there?), and then looked at me seriously.

"You're not kidding?"

Nope.

Today's the day! I can't wait for this. Dominik Santorski's dignity will be avenged. I grabbed the BMW and picked him up from school. We looked around to find the bastard. I put on a balaclava, black gloves and a sweater. We drove around and there he was. Walking all alone. Perfect. I rolled around a corner and dropped Dominik off. He wasn't too thrilled about the whole idea at first, but like Brad Pitt in Se7en, he finally agreed after a little remembering. He walked and gave a thumbs up. I gave him one back and he started walking the other way towards Aleks. I jumped out and started running down the alleyway. I heard some footsteps approaching. I jumped over a chainlink fence and sneaked over to a wall. Where Aleks had Dominik pinned up to a wall.

"I'm gonna make you my bitch." I could hear him silently exclaim. I grabbed the rag, grabbed Aleks and put him down. He went out like a light. We carried him to the BMW, put him in the trunk and drove off. I looked around, no witnesses. Excellent.

My mind was going faster than the car. I can't believe we just did that. We drove off to an abandoned field, outside of Warsaw. There we stopped the car and grabbed the gear. Nick put the fucker in ties and made sure he wasn't going anywhere. I've wanted to do this so bad, it's not even funny. He grabbed our weapon of choice, one wooden baseball bat. I put on a mask and some gloves, making sure that he doesn't see who would be his killer until the last few moments. Wow. This is dark. I haven't thought or talked like this since Suicide Room. I'm sure none of us has ever committed a murder before. But since there would be a pattern-style death. I'm sure you'll be in on what pattern it is, because I don't get it. I never saw the movie Nick was referring to. Speaking of, he grabbed a stereo and played some hip hop song at full blast. It's not my cup of tea. I seriously hope it gets to my part soon. He started walking up to Aleks and started smacking him with the bat, hitting him in the ribcage, kicking him in the face. This was brutal. I almost couldn't watch. But those painful memories came back again. I could hear Aleks screaming, but there isn't a soul for almost five miles. But to Nick, he deserves this. I think he should live the rest of his life in fear. But Nick wants blood, he convinced me to do it. He promised that this was the only way to be "normal" again. He also told me to keep the eyeliner look, "it fits me", he told me. I guess. The song was drowning out his bloodcurdling screams. So it was good for something, I guess. But I still hate the song. It's all "Die Motherfucker" this and "Die Motherfucker" that. I can't stand rap.

"You did this to yourself, you motherfucker." He looked to me. "It's almost done. You, finish this." He looked at me, and gave me the bat.

Can I change this song first? I pointed at the stereo.

"Go ahead." I switched CDs. He had something good. Like Ode to Joy in the car. I pulled the disc out and placed it in the stereo. Beethoven's 9th Symphony started to play. I crouched down to Aleks. He looked dead., his face bruised and bleeding like a siv. But he was still breathing.

I want you to see what you've caused. I took off my mask.

"Dominik?!" He looked at me, completely shocked.

Look at me. I held that bat under his chin. Look at what you've done to me. You've did this all to me. I showed him the cut on my arms, and the dark eyeliner. I turned the bat around, I had drawn the word "vengeance" on one side of the bat, which was now facing that backstabber.

I remember a time when I wanted to be just friends with you. But my heart wanted more, and when it came out. You teased and humiliated and now...even beaten me for it...No more. I looked at him one more time, took the bat and swung. His head exploded like a watermelon, blood spraying all over the bat and my face. He fell dead instantly, blood pouring out of the crack like spilled wine. I was normal again, but I didn't feel it.

"OH MY GOD, AND THE QUARTERBACK IS TOAST!" Nick jumped and screaming. I kept swinging.

You motherfucker, you motherfucker, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! GRAAAH! All of my anger that I felt towards Aleks was finally coming out, each swing crushing his head more and more.

"Oh my god. Was that as good for you as it was for me?" Nick looked at me, chuckling, but exhausted from cheering on the act of murder. I gave him a look of some disapproval. "Oh come on! You gotta admit, that fucker deserved it."

Yeah. He did.

"If you're worried about being caught. They're going to look for guys that listen to rap, and seeing as you hate rap music. We'll be throwing cops off of the trail with this fake evidence. You've got nothing to worry about." He convinced me. "Ready to go?"

Yeah. We jumped into the car and drove off, leaving the dick, the stereo and other red herrings for the cops to find. Days would go by before anyone found Aleksander Lubomirski's body. But by then, we were clean. Not even Sherlock Holmes could catch us.

That same day, the school held a memorial for him. Highlighting just about everything about his life (except the Dominik vs. Aleksander video, that was a real highlight. That asshole.). I sat there in knowing of what happened, but no one else would know. I pretended to show care, but people could tell I just didn't. They knew all about me and Aleksander. I walked to Nick's house. You could see construction workers being paid double to finish the addition ASAP. Nick was indoors. Planning out what my room was going to look like. We played some games, but that was really about it. All I know is that finals were in 3 days, and I will be ready. No more distractions, no more Aleks and no more Suicide Room. Life was normal again. The way I wanted it to be.

Chapter 4 is quite simply The Final Countdown. Will Dominik pass his finals?