I didn’t expect to see it when I got home. Him laying there in hospital, helpless. And we’re forced to go home and just wait. And then when I get home it’s there. Mocking me. Mocking him. I had a message on my phone, I looked at it and someone had sent me a video. A video of that bitch pushing him. Straight into the road. I’ve watched it and I’ve watched it. And she needs to pay. There is no way I’m letting her get away with this. She deserves to die.
Her face. Fake shock. She’s enjoying it. Loving every second. While he’s there in hospital. Michael. I swear on my life. On Leah’s life. That I will make her pay for what she did to you. I will wipe that smug look off her face.
“What are you watching?” Leah’s asks.
I didn’t realise she was still up. I thought she’d gone to bed. I was sitting in the living room. I didn’t even hear her walk in.
“Nothing to worry about.”
“You’ve been sitting there watching it for ages. Over and over again. I’ve watched you do it. What is it?”
“Just something someone sent me.”
“Show me your phone.”
“Don’t talk to me like that.”
“Oh god, is that? Really? There’s a video. Why would someone film that.”
“I don’t know. There are some sick people out there. Don’t worry about it. Just go to bed.”
“No. No. I want to see it. Let me watch it.”
“You don’t want to see it.”
“I do. That’s our little boy. Why would someone film that. Give me your phone.”
“I swear to God, give me your phone. I can just as easily get mine.”
I give her the phone. I know she shouldn’t watch it, but what can I do. She would find it one way or the other. I stare at her eyes, almost seeing the video in them. Listening out for the little moments. The gasps. The slamming of the brakes. The screaming. It’s all there. Tears forming in her eyes, slowly plummeting to the floor.
“I can’t believe someone would film this.”
“I know. It’s just some kind of sick game.”
“Why would they. He’s just a kid. Playing a game.”
“They did this to him.”
She doesn’t answer, just puts the phone in my hand and walks away. I look back at the video. And press play once more. I sit back down and let the pictures etch themselves further into my mind. This is all I’m ever going to be able to see. I look again at the comments and see there names. Louis and Jules. Their names. The ones who did this to him. They deserve to pay. I will make them pay. I press play again.