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I was on him like a spider monkey, my arm pressed up against his windpipe. “Do you not understand that I will fucking killing you?” I hissed down in his face. “Do not tell me that it was an accident.”
“Bu…but…i…it…w…wa…was…” he choked out, his face red and puffy.
I pressed more weight down on his throat. “You get one chance to explain that, Alexander. One.”
Crawling off him, I gave him some room to get his bearings. He was sputtering and coughing, his hand rubbing along this neck, trying to ease the recent strain. His color was coming back, but Alexander’s overall health wasn’t a great concern right now. I just wanted answers.
Alexander cleared his throat a few times before he finally began to talk. “It was Donovan,” he finally confessed. “But…but I only know what he told us.”
My entire body went cold with his confession. Emotion was a foreign concept as I absorbed his words. “And what was it that he told you?”
“Apollo…Apollo wasn’t one for…heavy partying,” he stammered. “Something about a promise that he made to you when you were a little girl.” Everything in me was turning to ice, and I prayed that I had the discipline to hear him out completely. “He drank, but nothing serious.” Alexander took a deep breath and let it out in a shuttered mess. “One night, Donovan came to my place, and he’d been a frantic mess. One look in his eyes, and I knew that he was high off…whatever he’d done that night. However, his frantic state hadn’t been due to a drug-induced paranoid state.” I watched as he ran his hands through his hair, desperate and upset. “He was always giving Apollo a hard time about playing it safe, about wasting his college experiences. Anyway, he thought it’d be funny to play a trick on him.”
“What kind of trick?” I asked, my voice deceptively calm.
“He spiked Apollo’s beer with some fentanyl,” he finally said, exposing their deep, dark, heartbreaking secret. “But…because he’d been high himself, he used too much or something to that effect.” His face lost all its righteousness. “The details were a mess,” he went on. “A lot of them hadn’t made sense. However, the one thing that was for certain was that Apollo had died because of Donovan’s stupid prank.”
“And you guys covered it up,” I concluded.
“We had no choice,” he lied. “We were bonded. Throwing our futures away was not going to bring Apollo back, so…so we chose to save ourselves.”
I didn’t say anything because there wasn’t anything to say. The details of the cover up were already pretty obvious. No one would question the collaborating story of three rich kids, especially with a fabricated coroner’s report to back up their story.
When I finally stood up, I looked down at him and said, “I’m coming for all three of you Alexander. Of course, that is unless you guys kill me first.” With that, I walked out of his hotel room.
