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what happened between her and Christian at that party, then I could move past my desire for revenge.
    I slam the door loudly when I get back to the house. I can ’ t even think about the rugby training that starts in a few hours. My head is filled with nasty shit: rumours and the memories from high school about what kind of loser I used to be. Christian and I both saw India during our first day at school. He didn ’ t even like her, but he noticed that I did, so he made sure that she would be his, just in case I was looking for happiness. I was too scared to do anything.
    Pacing around the living room, I notice the post on the table. Probably my other housemate picked it up earlier on. Bills, bills and more junk mail. My head starts spinning when I think about fucking Christian and the way he took India away from me. Then I spot a thick letter addressed to me with beautiful handwriting that I recognise straight away. I scratch my head, tear the envelope apart and start reading India ’ s letter to me.

    Dear Oliver,

    I know you didn ’ t expect to hear from me, but please just give me a chance and stay until the end. I know I made your life very difficult when I was in Gargle, but now it ’ s the right time to explain …

    I continue reading until I get to the end. I kneel on the floor slowly, trembling, still holding the letter in my hand. I already know what I ’ ll find in the next letter, but this can ’ t be the truth. It ’ s too much, too poisonous. Fate cannot be that cruel. My lesson cannot be that harsh.
    With a deep breath I tear open the second envelope. My heart starts jackhammering in my chest when I combine all of India ’ s words. Letters begin to spin all over the white paper; halfway through I have to stop because I can ’ t catch my breath. I have to stop reading.

    This is a joke. No, no, no, he didn ’ t …

    I try to take some oxygen in, but my lungs feel stretched and swollen. The blackness spreads all over my body, kicking in anxiety and panic. Every bit of food that I consumed today is coming back and I ’ m going to be sick. My older brother, the golden boy, couldn ’ t have done this. He was selfish, needy, but he couldn ’ t have violated her with such cruelty, marking the last piece of himself within her?
    I rub my hands over my face, trying to take a few breaths, but the oxygen doesn ’ t reach any part of my body any longer. Raw, terrorising memories slide in front of my eyes from that day when I was supposed to be there for her. With trembling hands I look at the date. She sent these letters last week, knowing that I was planning something special this weekend. India was looking for closure; she wanted to move away from the past.

    Oh God! What the hell have I done? She mentioned the letters during dinner because she thought that I finally let it go.

    I breathe through my nose as the room starts shrinking. I go over the past, bringing back the moment when Christian noticed India, and my brain feels too big for my head. The realisation slams into me so hard that it knocks back any air that is left in my lungs. My fucked-up brother planned all these things from the moment I laid my eyes on her.
    With panting breaths I lift myself off the floor and reach for the second letter. Cold sweat runs over my back as I pinch my eyebrows together. Blackness obscures my vision, but I read on. Every inch of me screams to stop, but I force myself to understand the pain that India had to go through, word by word and sentence by sentence. The second part is the worst and I try to hold on to the tears, swallowing the vile taste in my mouth. I don ’ t want to cry, but India ’ s pain pierces my skin, as if I ’ m standing next to Christian when he is hurting her.

    This time he didn ’ t let me finish, because he hit me. The shock came after. I must have blacked out for a moment or so. A soaring pain stabbed me right between my eyes. I tasted blood in my mouth. I blinked twice and saw