Never Forgive, Never Forget: The Sequel

            We had just settled in at the hotel when we heard yelling. Tucker looked outside the door to see what the commotion was. He came back in the room with a weird look on his face.

            “What’s going on?” I asked.

            “I think Gaston is out there,” he said with a bizarre look.

            “Are you absolutely sure?” I questioned.

            “Go look for yourself,” he said as he pointed towards the door.

            What I saw outside the door I wasn’t expecting. Gaston was trying to push through security. He was punching and kicking, but he was no match for the security guards. I couldn’t stand to watch anymore, so I went back in the room.

            “Now do you believe me?” he asked.

            “I can’t believe he followed us all the way here. What does he think was going to happen when he got here? That he could ask what room we are in, and he would just come and say hi,” I said angrily.

            “I don’t know, but it seems like he really wants to talk to you,” he responded as there was some yelling.

            “Yeah. I should probably just go talk to him,” I mumbled.

            “Do you want me to come with you?” Tucker asked.

            “No. I think this is something I should do alone. Just be ready if I need you,” I said anxiously. “I don’t know how he is going to react.”

“Ok. Whatever you say. Just holler if you need me,” he said going to sit on the couch.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. They must have got Gaston to at least stay outside because I didn’t see him in the lobby. I could still hear an argument happening.

“I believe that there is someone looking for you,” the receptionist said from behind the desk. “If you don’t want to talk to him I can call the police.”

“No. I don’t believe that will be necessary,” I quickly responded.

When I opened the door, everyone looked at me. I walked over to Gaston and told the guards that they could go back inside.

“What do you think you are doing here?” I asked Gaston.

“I don’t know. I just thought I deserved some kind of explanation for you just running off in the middle of the wedding,” he looked at me sadly. “Don’t you at least owe me that? I don’t know if I did something wrong, or if you’re just so selfish that you said yes and ran off for no reason.”

“I might have been a little bit selfish running off and not telling you why I left,” I mumbled. “I will tell you that I didn’t want to change my mind at the last minute. Something kind of popped up, and I didn’t know how to tell you I changed my mind.”

            “What could have popped up that suddenly that made you not want to marry me?” he said as his voice starting to rise.

            “Somebody kind of showed up right before the wedding started,” I said looking towards the hotel.

            “Who?” he yelled.

“Your just going to get even more mad at me if I tell you,” I yelled back.

“Well you might as well tell me because I am already mad!”

“Fine! It’s Tucker!” I screamed back.

“That lame guy made you not want to marry me?” he said crazily. “I can’t believe he is the one that you left me for!”

“I think that is enough,” I decided walking to the hotel. “This is just another reason to be glad I didn’t marry you.”

When I got inside the door, Gaston grabbed my arm and yanked me backwards.

“Where do you think you are going?” Gaston demanded. “I didn’t say the conversation was over yet.”

“Tucker!” I screamed into the general direction of our room.

“Good idea,” Gaston grinned. “Let’s see what this guy is all about.”

Gaston was holding me against the wall when Tucker came racing down the hallway. I looked at him desperately and hoped that Gaston wouldn’t hurt him.

“Zola!” Tucker shouted. “What is he doing?”

“I don’t know what more he wants. I told him about you and then he pinned me to the wall,” I squealed trying to get out of his grip.

“I’ve got all I wanted now,” Gaston snickered releasing his grip on me. “I just needed to know what he looked like.”

Gaston ran out the door, and I ran to Tucker. I was hugging him when the guards ran around the corner.

“What happened here? Is everyone all right?” one of the guards asked.

“It’s all ok now. There was just a misunderstanding. No one is hurt,” Tucker answered before I could.

“Ok, just let us know if you need anymore assistance,” another guard said.

We walked back to the room and tried to go to sleep.

“Goodnight Zola,” Tucker whispered.

“Goodnight Tucker,” I whispered back.

A year later I came home to find Tucker dead on the floor in the kitchen. I collapsed onto the floor and cried. There was blood and glass everywhere. I noticed one of our knifes missing from the counter.

After the police had come and gone, I went upstairs to my bedroom to go to bed. I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth and noticed something sticking out from behind the shower curtain. I pulled part of the curtain back, and Gaston jumped out with the same bloody knife that killed Tucker.

I watched as Gaston jumped out the window while I lay there dying.