I should've seen it. I should've realized.
No, maybe I did. Maybe I had been desperately avoiding the truth that was right before me. Because I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that my only friend—the one person I considered my true brother—was the enemy all along.
In that single second, a thousand thoughts erupted in my head as I began to connect the dots. Everything was clear as day, yet I had somehow deluded myself into believing something else.
The sorrow, guilt, and numbness I felt transformed into something else. Something more dangerous. Wrath.
"LUIS, YOU DAMN BASTARD!" I bellowed with bloodshot eyes as I shot across the hallway. I shoved everyone who stood in my path, and they yelled in concern for me to slow down, but I couldn't think anymore.
I didn't care about anything anymore. All I had left in me was an unquenchable rage and the desire to rip my cousin limb from limb.
