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Chapter 19
His thick eyebrows were furrowed and a deep crease buried between the two. His suit was perfectly fitted and made him look charming. Ross's hair, for once, had been tamed by gell that flattened the mess and his black bow tie was cute.
I shivered against the cold and my eyes searched for Deshawn. What he'd told me earlier about not understanding himself had intrigued me. Maybe I was too focused on my own issues to sympathize with him. Maybe that was wrong.
"Let's get you inside." Ross smiled and threw an arm around my shoulders, rubbing the skin to rid me of goosebumps.
We didn't make a grand entrance. The two of us had entered from the back doors, passing the well-kept gardens, and slipped into the grand hall from there. Even though we were su
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"Marco is in one of the rooms upstairs," a voice whispered beside me. I flinched from the sound but softened when I saw it was Deshawn. He sat on the chair beside me with a sympathetic smile."One thing I don't miss after dying is this bullshit." He laughed bitterly."It seems that everyone here hates going," I commented. "So why keep doing it? Why keep hosting, attending, and feeding into this stupid thing?"He shrugged. "Did you want to catch Marco before he leaves? I saw him run into one of the rooms around the corner and it might be your last chance."I looked down at my wrist to see the writing. I was nervous that people might have noticed the words on my arm but I was fool
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I snapped my head to Deshawn and silently begged for him to do something. I was done for at this point. If Marco Arandia thought of me as a threat, he could destroy me. He had enough money and status to bury me alive in lies.Deshawn looked back at me with an equal amount of desperation as he opened and closed his mouth like a blubbering fish. It was clear then that Deshawn didn't know Marco as much as he'd once thought.Suddenly, the sound of Marco's pacing stopped and he paused to glare holes straight through me. He moved slowly my way, like a deadly snake with its prey, and crouched to meet my eyes."Who the fuck do you think you are?" He exploded. Marco's face contorted cruelly, corrupting the child-like features. "I don't know what the bl
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He snapped his body around eerily and it looked like he'd lost all restraint. It was as if he was a puppet whose strings were being pulled sadistically. He growled and pulled at the strands of his blonde hair in frustration. The dim light of the lamp-lit shadows on his face and emphasized the dark circles under his eyes and the flared nostrils like a bull.As if the strings had been let go of, he practically fell into my lap and landed a sucker punch to my nose. He was a dirty fighter.Pain shot through my face and a squeak escaped my lips. The hot, crimson blood trickled from my nose as Marco tried to straddle my body, keeping me down. He was crazy. As the blood dripped from my face and onto the poor carpets below, it brought me back to that night. Deshawn's lifeless body, the ambulance screeching, an
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Parker wasn't anywhere near, luckily. We seemed to be in the all-clear.We raced down the steps and I needed to find Ross, we had to go home. With a force that I reserved for emergencies, I pushed past people only to see Ross in the same spot I'd left him.A few lingering eyes spotted the tear in my dress and how messy my hair had become. The blood had dried and my eyes were wide with alarm and adrenaline."You look like shit," he commented, amusement written across his face when I approached."Ross, we have to go," I pleaded. Crouching down to his level I noticed how dilated his pupils were and how disheveled he'd become in only a few minutes.
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"Reniella," he spoke. There was nothing to his voice that suggested any sort of emotion. However, from the purple circles under his eyes and messy mop of dark hair, I probably woke him up.The light that crawled toward him from the street lights behind me cast dark shadows across Louis' face. It was haunting. As if his skin was melting, distorted."Louis," I answered with just as much animosity."Are you on your own?" he asked, running a hand through his hair slowly."Yes.""Does your father know you're here?"
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I stood abruptly startling both Louis and Deshawn whose eyes snapped to mine. Deshawn's warm honey orbs held concern while Louis' swirling brown was angry. Much like his sister, Louis had a short fuse."I think I'd rather walk home than listen to this," I snarled."Don't be like that, now." He chuckled. As if I was overreacting, his eyes crinkled with amusement at my words. Meanwhile, my anger boiled from the inside out causing my skin to prickle with fury. "You're being a drama queen.""Me not wanting to see the grandparents who helped their daughter - my mother, running away from her family is making me a drama queen?" I demanded. "She left without a word, you know. Dad was heartbroken, I didn't have a mother, and nobody knew why! They could have
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"Don't beat yourself up over this, Rei," he murmured. "It'll all be okay in the morning. Everything will feel clearer then."His words tore an ache through my chest. I didn't believe him, of course, but the gesture was nice. With my forehead resting against the cool wood of the table, I listened carefully as the train sped along the tracks. Leaving the towering buildings and passing the trees and fields outside, I couldn't wait to get home and go to bed.I moved my head to the side to watch Deshawn who continued to rub circles on my back. It didn't help but I let him do it anyway. When he caught my eyes staring, he copied my action so that we were both facing one another, heads on our arms and eyes trained carefully on the other.
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I lifted my head lazily to see a deathly pale hand point to the seat opposite mine. My gaze traveled along the arm to his gauntly thin face. His cheeks were hollowed out leaving harsh lines in its wake. He wore a suit, tailored to perfection, and a tye, stained with red. "No," I squeaked. His movements were slow but determined. Every stride he took had a meaning and he didn't waste time or energy. When he sat opposite me, I scowled. Even from across the table I felt the burn of his eyes, two puddles darker than night stared at me. His black hair was slicked back tidily, not a strand out of place and his paper-thin lips tugged up into a smirk. The cold of Deshawn beside me was merely a background thought as the man in front of me radiate
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