Part 152 · ~2 min read

Flavio…

I got in the car and started driving like a madman towards Flavio’s parents’ house in the countryside, around Viterbo. I knocked at the door and could hear some laughs, including his coming towards the door. A punch and he fell, hitting the head. He was out.

I put him in the car. I put him in the front seat because I wanted to avoid the surprise of being hit from the back. I never believed those movies when the person is knocked out for hours just by hitting the head.

I felt closer and closer to Simona and to my revenge against this weirdo who, even for just a moment, thought of taking the girl away from me.

Flavio started waking up, confused by some blood on his shirt coming from somewhere. I didn’t care. My feelings of rage and relief were overwhelming. I was experiencing a new, strong emotion: I could have killed him and not cared less.

He started talking… It was a shock… “I am sorry. I thought you had no problem doing it. I liked it, I must say. It has been since we were kids that I felt this strong attraction, and I had to go through all the shit of pretending to like women, to be a friend of yours. Your jokes about gay people hurt me a lot, and your homophobia made my life hell. It was impossible to tell you what I was and how I felt towards you.” I was shocked. Then the sentence I never expected to hear: “But now I know that I do not love you, actually, I hate you and I always did: go to Simona, and live your life together, and try to be happy and don’t hurt her as you have done with me and with Sonya. No need to send me flowers every week.”

I had his blessing… But, hold on, what did that mean? Was I going to kill my best friend? The person who suffered so much? Simona had told me a lie. In Italian, I sent her an sms, saying, “All done! Very simple! Revenge!” and I started driving fast towards Rome, with Flavio in the car. I knew that Simona had lied to me. Now, it’s time to clarify a thing or two with her. This time, it’s my vendetta…