Betrayal: Kyle's Revenge (The Betrayal Series) (3 page)

After ordering some Italian food from a restaurant down the street, Brianna began to empty her shopping bags. Each item she pulled out of a bag reminded her of something funny or adorable Abby said or did that day. She couldn’t stop thinking about Abby and the wonderful day they shared.

While she waited for her food to be delivered, Brianna poured herself a glass of wine and attempted to unwind. But she couldn’t sit still. She was too high on love to stay calm. She felt like dancing, so she rushed to retrieve a CD from one of the shopping bags sitting on the floor.

While she and Abby were out shopping, they walked into a record store and Abby suggested some classical music for Brianna to buy. Brianna popped the CD in her record player and began to dance around her living room by herself. She giggled like a maniac as she spun in circles.

She was celebrating the fact that she and Abby were going to be together. Brianna wanted to pinch herself. Even with the smell of Abby’s perfume on her and the taste of her lips still burning hers, Brianna couldn’t wrap her head around all the wonderful things that happened that day. It was all still too surreal. She couldn’t believe she was going to get to wake up next to that adorable girl naked in her arms every day. For the first time in her life, she felt happy.

Happiness was such a foreign feeling to Brianna. She had spent her entire adult life trying not to get close to anyone for fear of getting hurt. She had grown up believing she was not worth loving so she shied away from love… until Abby came along.

Abby was different than any other girl Brianna had ever met. She was such a sweet, kind soul. Brianna had fallen hard for the adorable girl and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with her. Yes, they had just met and didn’t know each other that well, but Brianna felt it in her heart that they were going to go all the way.

Brianna felt terrible for Kyle, but there was nothing she could do about it. The heart wants what it wants. After all the sacrifices she had made for her little brother over the years, Brianna felt it was time to be a little selfish and put herself first.

Brianna went to bed that night with a huge smile on her face. She had achieved an important career milestone by securing the lead in a prestigious Broadway musical, and she had also, for the first time in her life, found love. And it had all happened in a matter of a couple of weeks.

Maybe God doesn’t hate me after all.

With that thought and with a huge smile on her face, Brianna closed her eyes and drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. That night, she had sweet dreams. Gone were the nightmares that used to keep her up at night. She was finally starting to get over all the horrific things that happened to her in Montana seven years earlier. And she had only one person to thank for that: the gorgeous and adorable Abigail Slone.

Chapter III

Back in Montana, Kyle couldn’t sleep, so he spent most of that night sitting in front of his laptop and obsessively refreshing his browser to see if the location of Abby’s phone had changed. Kyle saw Abby did not leave her apartment that night, but he still couldn’t stop staring at the computer screen like a hawk.

He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Abby was cheating on him. He still didn’t know for sure, but he had a gut feeling that she was. He could hear it in her voice, in the easiness with which she was lying to him.

Kyle gazed away from the computer screen and his eyes landed on a portable hard drive sitting next to his laptop. The hard drive contained videos and photos from when Abby was a child. When Kyle was in Michigan the day before, Abby’s parents had given him hours of video footage and dozens of photos. Kyle was going to include those pictures and videos in a montage he was making for Abby. The montage was going to be part of his marriage proposal extravaganza.

Kyle picked up the purple thumb drive and held it between his fingers. He felt as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him. He thought he was going to spend those days at home catching up with family and friends and preparing one of the most epic marriage proposals the world had ever seen. Instead, he was spending those days held up in his bedroom, chugging beer and spying on his girlfriend.

Overcome with blinding rage, Kyle shot to his feet with the hard drive in his hand. He walked over to the open window, and without giving it a second thought, hurled the thumb drive into the warm, summer night. There wasn’t going to be a proposal anymore. There wasn’t going to be a wedding. There wasn’t going to be a happily ever after for him or Abby. Kyle felt like such an idiot and wondered how long Abby’s affair had been going on. He racked his brain trying to figure out if the guy Abby was cheating with was someone he knew but couldn’t come up with a single suspect.

Even though it was clear that Abby was not going to leave her apartment that night, Kyle continued to stare at the green dot on the computer screen while compulsively hitting refresh.

Just before dawn broke, Kyle had consumed all the beer in the house, but the location of Abby’s phone had not changed. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Kyle decided to shut his computer down and go to bed. With his clothes and shoes still on, he collapsed on his bed and fell asleep instantly.

Kyle got no more than a couple of hours of sleep that morning. As soon as he woke, he was back sitting in front of his computer, spying on his girlfriend. He did not see anything out of the ordinary that morning. Abby went to work at the bookstore and stayed there until noon when she went to a nearby café a couple of blocks away. She then returned to the bookstore and stayed there until the end of her shift.

Kyle had cancelled plans to hang out with some high school friends that day just so he could spy on Abby. When his cousins and his mother asked him why he was spending the whole day locked up in his room, Kyle told everyone he was not feeling well. Kyle’s mother was growing more and more concerned with her son’s behavior. She tried again to get him to open up, but Kyle refused to tell her anything. Eventually, everyone left him alone.

Kyle didn’t leave his bedroom that day, not even to eat. His mother had to bring the food to his room. He took a small break from spying on Abby to take a quick shower, and afterwards was back in front of his laptop refreshing the screen obsessively. In a matter of a few hours, Kyle had gone from being a rational, happy, twenty-one-year-old college student, to being an obsessive stalker with bags under his eyes who reeked of alcohol. His descent into madness had begun.

That evening, when Kyle saw Abby return to the apartment after her shift at the bookstore, Kyle picked up his phone and texted her.

Hey. What are you doing tonight?

Abby replied immediately.
Nothing. I’m going to stay in and do some laundry, watch a movie.

Kyle doubted Abby was going to spend the night just doing laundry, so he kept tracking her phone. About an hour after they exchanged those texts, Abby’s phone began to move. Just like Kyle had suspected, Abby was not going to spend that night alone. She was going to spend it with her lover. Kyle seethed with anger as he refreshed the phone tracking program and saw the green dot on the screen travel uptown.

With nostrils flaring, Kyle leaned forward on his chair. He white-knuckled his computer desk with one hand while his other hand clicked the mouse repeatedly to refresh the screen. His cold, hard eyes stared at the computer screen and followed the green dot until it stopped somewhere in Midtown Manhattan.

Kyle pulled up the satellite image of the building where Abby’s phone had stopped at and saw it was a residential apartment building. Kyle did not know anyone who lived there. Like someone desperately trying to wake up from a horrible nightmare, Kyle kept rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. He wished there was a way he could teleport himself to that building in Midtown Manhattan so he could pummel the face of the asshole who was fucking his girlfriend.

But there was nothing he could do until he got back to New York. That night, Kyle had no choice but to quench his thirst for revenge with a lot of warm beer while counting the seconds until he was back in the big apple.

As he clicked the mouse compulsively to refresh the screen, Kyle began to feel paralyzing hatred for the woman he once thought was the love of his life and the future mother of his children. What hurt Kyle the most about the whole thing was the fact that he had been the perfect boyfriend to Abby. He was faithful, attentive, romantic and respectful. And how does Abby repay him? By getting in bed with another man while he is out of town.

There was no way he was going to forgive or forget her betrayal. Kyle was certain of that. He was also certain that Abby and the guy she was fucking were going to be sorry they ever decided to make a fool out of him. Kyle was known for holding grudges, and he was not going to rest until Abby paid for deceiving and humiliating him. As for the lover, Kyle didn’t care if it landed him in prison, he was going to pulverize that guy’s face for messing with the wrong guy’s girlfriend.

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Back in New York, Brianna was putting the final touches on the Italian dinner she had just prepared.  The special dinner was for Abby who had texted Brianna from a cab a few minutes earlier to say she was a few blocks away. After her rehearsals for the musical, Brianna spent that day making sure the apartment looked impeccable and the food looked and tasted delicious. She wanted that night to be perfect. That was going to be hers and Abby’s first official date. 

While she futzed with cutlery and plate settings, Brianna’s landline phone rang. It was her doorman calling to tell her she had a visitor downstairs. Brianna instructed him to let Abby in. With butterflies in her stomach, she removed her apron and adjusted her skin tight cocktail dress. About a minute later, there was a knock on her door. After quickly checking her hair and makeup in a wall mirror, Brianna took a deep breath and opened the door. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw Abby on the other side of the door, looking sweet and adorable in one of her signature flower dresses. Her bangs had been brushed to the side, and her long, brown hair had been curled in loose, perfect waves.  

“Hi,” Brianna breathed, scanning Abby from head to toe. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you. So do you,” Abby grinned, clutching a bottle of wine in her hands.

“Come on in.” Brianna grabbed Abby’s hand, pulled her inside the apartment, and slammed the door shut.

“Here. I brought you this.” Abby handed Brianna the bottle of wine.

Without taking her eyes off of her, Brianna snatched the bottle of wine from Abby’s hands and placed it on a nearby table. She couldn’t care less about the wine. Her lips craved something else. With unbridled lust setting her ocean blue eyes on fire, Brianna lunged at Abby, cradling her face with both hands and claiming her glossy lips in one swift move. She groaned into the kiss, marveling at how much she had missed those lips and how sweet they tasted. They had only been apart for a bit over twenty-four hours, but to Brianna, it felt more like twenty-four days.

The sheer force of the kiss caught Abby by surprise and made her stumble backward a little. Wrapping her hands around Brianna’s waist and closing her eyes, Abby parted her lips and let Brianna’s tongue wrestle with hers. She moaned softly, getting lost in the fiery kiss that grew more frantic and more stimulating the longer it went.

By the time the kiss ended, Abby had forgotten where she was or what her name was. “Wow. Good to see you too, Brianna,” she joked, feeling dazed and incredibly turned on.

Feeling a little light-headed herself, Brianna wrapped her hands around Abby’s waist to keep both of them from losing their balance and falling down. They both giggled at how long the kiss lasted and how out of breath they both were. They just couldn’t get enough of each other and were thrilled to be in each other’s arms once more.

“I hope you’re hungry. I think I cooked way too much food,” Brianna giggled as she caressed Abby’s cheek with the back of her hand.  

“It smells delicious. I’m starving,” Abby remarked about the mouth-watering aroma coming from the kitchen.

After enjoying a delicious dinner, Abby and Brianna moved from the dining room to the couch with glasses of red wine in their hands. After chitchatting about what they did that day and other mundane, everyday things, Brianna decided to steer the conversation towards more serious subjects.

Brianna tucked her legs under her and leaned her elbow on the couch. “I need to ask you something Abby because the curiosity is killing me.”

“What do you want to know? You can ask me anything,” Abby replied, getting comfortable on the expensive leather sofa.

“I know I’m the first girl you have ever been with. But have you ever felt attracted to other girls before me?”

Abby gazed into space as she pondered the question. “Honestly, I never looked at another woman twice before I met you.”

“Did you ever wonder what it’d be like to be with another woman? Did you ever feel any curiosity at all?”

 Abby giggled nervously as she remembered a little anecdote she had never told anyone about. With heat creeping up her cheeks, she cleared her throat and proceeded to share with Brianna the embarrassing but memorable tale.

 “Once I found a DVD that belonged to one of my brothers. I was thirteen years old at the time. I remember my brother would lock his bedroom door when our parents were not home and watch something on his T.V. I had no idea why he was being so secretive, but I could hear strange sounds coming from his bedroom. Other thirteen year olds would have figured out immediately what my brother was up to, but not me. You have to understand I was very sheltered growing up.”

Abby continued. “Anyway, one day I was alone in the house and went into his room. I snooped around his drawers and came across a homemade DVD inside a white CD sleeve. I pulled the DVD out of the sleeve and saw the words ‘STAR WARS’ written in black magic marker on the disc. I was bored so I decided to watch it. I popped the DVD in my brother’s DVD player and hit play. Two seconds into the video, I knew I was not watching a Star Wars movie. The video was actually girl-on-girl porn.”