It Isn't Going to End, Isn't It?

It was a cool night after mother’s day celebration at a fine restaurant behind a bank. I was relaxing on the sofa, not changed from the occasion that I’ve return home for. I didn’t hesitate to lie on my back on the living room’s sofa which could accommodate 2 person, and without wasting any moment, I started reading a book - that I’ve borrowed from my friend 2 weeks back – like there wouldn’t be sufficient time if I dare waste another second.

While my soul was still into the book, imagining the scenes of the play from each line that is read into my brain, the character that was fulfilling his quest in prosecuting the so called villains, while the defendant’s lawyer tried his best to hang on to his seat without giving his client away, objecting to any irrelevant question that was shot to the witnesses on the stand that could expose any harm towards his client. Suddenly, my cell phone that was on the tabled flashed, and played a familiar tone - that I’ve heard for the past few months – which is my ringtone. Feeling uneasy at being disrupted, I pulled the book out of focus and gently put it on my chest while I reach for my cell phone in my pocket.

It was Josie, my close friend that returned from National Service just recently and I was no longer feeling disrupted due to the close friendship that we share. After reading her short text, I texted in a replied, and without any hesitation, tapped “send” and started to read my book again, digging for more juice to quench my curious about what will happen next, but again, I was interrupt. This time, it was a call, not a text. Feeling a bit irritated, I read the caller ID that was displayed on my screen. It was Brad that I’ve known him since form 2. I put the phone to my ears and started listening.

“Hey, do I look that horrible?” the voice came, without missing a beat.
Getting a little surprised for not knowing what he is talking about. “What?” I managed to blurt out to the cell phone.

But soon, the pieces all came together as he filled me in, I was betrayed. He knew a secret that I’ve talked bad about him, just some gossip I had with a few of my so called friends I’ve put in trust to them so that I wouldn’t end up in a terrible situation like this. I felt horrible, and simultaneously I don’t feel like having conversation with his now knowing that I was caught in the act and since lying isn’t my style I wouldn’t dare deny what I’ve done.

“Who put me in?” I said, trying to keep cool, but didn’t manage as my tone of anger slip through the words.
“I can’t tell!” he said, trying to protect his source, maybe even afraid that I’ll go and kill the one that have put me in this hot seat.
“Tell me now.” I threatened. “Or I’ll go to school tomorrow and screw you right up!”
“I can’t tell!” he repeated, this time with a little edge that he’s going to give in.

I continued the pursuit until he finally gave in. “It was Jane,” his tone told me that he was stammering a little, but I didn’t care anymore, my goal of finding whoever who turned me in was achieved.

I hung up the phone without thinking twice, Anger was boiling in me, knowing the fact that maybe I and Brad would no longer be friends, but I couldn't afford to care anymore; I just feel like going to school tomorrow and crack her up. "How can she do this to me? And I thought that you and I are close friends... always going along well. Why now?" I tried to clear my mind; I need to think rationally without taking sides. Starting to think rationally, Jane wasn’t even my in class when I talked bad about Brad. Feeling nothing less than confused, I started to think hard to recall when and where I’ve talked to and whether the fact that she was involved. Again, I texted a reply to Josie in responds to her new text that came into my inbox. This time, keeping my words cool, in case she was able to sense anything that is wrong with me. I didn’t want her to worry as she has her business to solve too.

Now knowing that I’ve again been lied to, I reached for my house phone – because house line to house line was cheaper – punched in the respective number, and waited for the other end to speak.

“What the hell?” not holding back my anger that I was lied in my face. “She wasn’t even there when I talked bad about you, so you better spill the beans now or I swear I’ll shove a pencil up your ass.”
“I can’t tell you!” the same sentences he managed to speak from the other end.
Feeling frustrated and having enough of all this mess, I hung up the phone again with a “fine” to end the conversation.

Currently, feeling unsatisfied with what I could find out, I’m starting to doubt my friends. How can I trust them now? Among the 6 of them while I was giving my opinion about Brad without feeling insecure or the feeling that I’ll be pulverized the moment I say something. One of them is a liar, as how I call it. “The wrong cancels the right.” that is what my science teacher was saying in the examination paper 2. I now doubt all 6 of them, feeling that I shouldn’t give them any piece of me. It's like déjà vu, even though not by the same people, it felt like I was being stabbed yet again by the same person. In the end, I couldn’t blame anyone but myself, “Why was I being so careless and didn’t be more cautious when pouring my trust into someone? Everyone lied, in one way or another.

Disclaimer:
1) Names have been changed.
2) This is the first time I write in a short story and not being informative like all my previous post. Feel free to comment.
3) Blogs really screws up the dialog format.