"What did you do?" Blake shouted, his eyes rounded.
"Calm down, okay. I had to."
Nearing me, he held my shoulders and jerked. "Smurfette, do you have any idea where this can land you? That man, when he finds out, do you think he will let you off? No, Haze. He didn't forgive his own mother for God's sake."
"Will you stop with that? I told you he had other reasons," I hollered back.
"Shh, guys. Keep it down if you don't wanna get kicked out of the hospital," Brooke interrupted, walking out of Joseph's room and glaring at us both.
She was right. My eyes scanned around the hallway. People were looking at us like we had grown three extra brainless heads. Closing my eyes, I let out a loud breath while Blake released me, calming himself down as well.
"I'm sorry, but you should have asked me, Smurfette," saying, he ran
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"I'm here." Montero sat in his red chesterfield lounge with one hand spread over the top and the other holding a glass of amber liquid as usual. He arched an eyebrow in question. "Well?" "My demands first. I want to see them," I told him. I would be a fool if I trusted him blindly, because I very well knew he would not even think before stabbing me in the back. His eyes moved to his assistant Nina, standing by his side and motioned her. Nodding, she picked up the small briefcase that was resting on the coffee table, clicked it open and splayed it before us. Sure enough, there was the money as well as Sunshine Retirement's property documents. "The signature?" I asked, and she turned the corners of the pages, showing me the bright, fresh signatures in the required sections. I took a step towards it when his voice stopped me.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, making me jolt up to a sitting position. Pain shot through the side of my neck, and my hand rose, rubbing the spot. I didn't even know when I fell asleep. My eyes fell on Joseph who peacefully snored on the bed, and I hurried out my phone to silence it only to be silent myself. Even my breathing stopped as I gulped at the caller ID. Dimitri was calling. He was coming back today. I looked at the time, and my eyes widened even more. He was already here. Silencing the vibration, I put the phone on the bedside table and turned away in my chair. Every fiber in my body constricted from guilt, and the ache in my heart reopened. I could feel my face growing warm and eyes stinging. Placing both palms over my face, I leaned back on the edge of the bed and let out a silent cry. Gosh... how was I to face him? I was so not ready to take his wrath, his hate. I did not even go to work today. I could not prete
It was as if the ground from beneath my feet was snatched away, and a tremor ran through my heart. "Wh-What do you mean?" His jaw clenched, and eyes closed as he jerked a hand in the air. "Drop it already!" he snapped, making me jump in my heels. "Smurfette," Blake called, squirming in those guys' clutches, "What are you doing here? Leave. Go." I shook my head, taking a step towards Dimitri when his jaw hardened, giving me a look that could melt ice faster than laser, and I stopped, retreating two steps. "D-Dimitri-" "Leave," saying, he turned away, his hands balled into tight fists, and it stabbed me in the heart with a burning arrow. If I felt this much pain just by seeing him like this, then I could not even imagine the extent of hurt he was going through, knowing about my deception. But all that he chose to show was ang
White sheets covered the body from head to toe, and a familiar wrinkly hand, so pale and lifeless, dangled from the side. The next few seconds went in a blur as I felt a bulb inside me suddenly going off like my world just stopped functioning or came to an end. There was no more pain, no panic, no worries like they were numbed and long forgotten. The stretcher passed by me, and I kept staring until they pushed it inside a staff elevator. I didn't even know if I blinked or breathed or even was alive in the first place to begin with, but I surely couldn't feel my soul neither my heart nor myself. I was simply gone. Like a tv when turned off, a candle when extinguished or a flower when dried. "Hazel!" a distant voice called as I felt myself being shook. My head turned to the source, and saw Brooke observing me with wide, puffy, red eyes, conce
My eyes opened from the silky, warm rays of the morning sun, gracing my face and moved to my hand, dangling from the edge. White strips embraced my palm and fingers diagonally. I frowned, running my other hand through my hair and pressing it over my skull. My head throbbed like someone hammered it with utter hatred. Sitting upright, I looked back at my injured hand, inspecting it. What happened to me? My mind was blank. I couldn't remember a thing. Dragging myself out of the bed, I stood up, only to fall back down as the room began to spin. Groaning, I stayed put for another minute till the phase passed and got back to my feet. "Brooke?" I called, but no sound came out as my throat felt excessively sored, like someone had been rubbing sandpaper over it for days. Exiting my room, I looked around, spotting no one in sight. "Brooke?" I tried to call again, and a series of dry coughs left me. Careenin
Climbing into my car, I revved up the engine. It sickened me, thinking about where I was about to go, but for my brother, I was ready to cross all the oceans in the world. On the way, I passed the street that I had crossed five days a week for the past few months to go to work. But today as I drove away from it, it felt like I was driving away from my home, from a place that I had gotten so accustomed to that it physically hurt just from trying not to look that way. It was like my heart and mind was still there inside that fuscous cabin, only my body ran away, far away from that place. My eyes darted to my phone, and I had to employ all my willpower to restrain myself from reaching it and calling Dimitri again. Instead I drew out the pendant from inside my dress and clutched on it. I wondered if he felt the same, if he thought about me, if that burning yearning gnawed at his chest as well. But then a shaky sigh escaped my lips, rem
"Here is your room, dear. Mr Montero will see you in the morning," saying Cora left. I nodded, my backpack slipping off my shoulder and falling on the marble floor with a thud. Following it, I slid against the door, cocooning myself into a ball. I was exhausted, so much I lacked the mere energy to lift my eyelids and take a look at the new inferno I had casted myself into. Not that I had not fought, because I did. I called a couple more personnels, literally begging them, but no one gutted enough to embroil with the Kingstons. So, once again, I was left with no more choices... *** "Hazel? Dearie, wake up. Hazel, darling?" I felt myself being shaken. Fluttering my eyes open, I tilted my head, only to feel a sharp ache shooting through my neck. A groan left me as I shut my eyes tight. "Are you okay, honey? Is it cramps? Why did you
Time seemed to slow down as we stared at each other. His eyes were blazing while mine probably showed hurt. I couldn't take the fact that he might have gotten back with Catherine. He perhaps replaced me already. But my thoughts came to a stop when the glass in his hand suddenly popped, and red liquid slowly dripped down his hand. What was concerning was that the drink he was having, was ember in color, not red. "Dimitri," I gasped. His eyes lifted to glare at me one more time, before he turned and strode away. "Wait, Dimitri." I was about to run behind him when a hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me. "Nah ah, now where do you think you're going?" Catherine spoke in her thin, high-pitched voice, her nails digging in my flesh. "He is hurt. He needs his hand treated," I gritted out.