Elián;
Anger.
It's all I feel as the recognition stamps in my mind.
My fists curl so tight, my nails dig into my palms as I glare at him.
At the bastard who sold my trust and cost me my home.
The fucker who got me into this mess.
I remember the smug grin on his face and the glint in his stupid eyes as my Father chased me about the house at gunpoint.
His comforting words flood my mind.
How he told me my sexuality didn't affect our friendship, and how he said he would guard my secret with his life.
The same secret he unapologetically exposed to my parents.
"You fucking bastard!" I yell with all the pent-up frustration and anger in my system, and before my mind can catch up, my body is in motion.
In the blink of an eye, I'm on top of him.
I land blow after blow, and he shields his face with his hands as he struggles to get me off him, but there's no moving me.
I'm certain he remembers me!
