I am so sorry..
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C H A P T E R T H I R T E E N
I A M S O R R Y. I A M S O S O R R Y.
Oh god I can't do this..
Come on. Just pour it in his drink and move on.. come on.. you can do it. It's either this or Liz..
pour the liquid, give him the glass and you're done.
I could feel my breath shaking each time I inhaled and exhaled.. Oh god.. it felt like I had just finished running a marathon.
I took a deep breath, holding the tiny bottle in my hand before making my way out of the bathroom. I think the fear in my whole body was holding back the tears that I was so sure would make their way down my cheek as I poured whatever they gave me into his drink. They did not though. I stayed surprisingly calm after and poured it in before quickly putting the bottle back in my purse. I turned around to where he was standing, a bit away from me.
He looks so.. good.
Okay just don't drop the glass.. don't drop the glass. I looked up and there he was.. in his rich man suit with a little strand of dark hair falling out the otherwise perfectly styled hair. He was playing with his ring as he listened to the conversation that was surrounding him.
Nik was never the guy who would show or share when he was uncomfortable or feeling anxious, not until recently anyways. Instead he has other things he projects the anxiety on, I learned that he does the little playing with his ring and spinning it around his finger thing whenever he was uncomfortable. He looked truly uncomfortable right now for some reason.. it was almost as if he did not want to be here. Just like me. The thoughts in my head kept telling me because he knew...
I soon realized that these thoughts were just plain stupid, I mean how the hell would he find out to begin with? Exactly! There's no way he would. I'm just being paranoid.
Still, god knows how much I just wanted to get out of here and run, well up until I felt someone whisper in my ear that is.
“You back away now and your dear little sister won’t live to take another breath, it would be tragic for the men surrounding her in the park to take her away from the little, young lady she is with. Don’t you think?”
“What do I do?” I asked immediately, knowing I can’t even afford considering this anymore.
I held the glass tighter trying to calm my nerves.
“Go to the rooftop and say the word black, no questions asked. You understand?” the woman spoke before turning around and leaving, with a smile on her face.
“N-nice meeting you” I stuttered.
"Ohhh who was that? You won't mind me stealing this will you?" Kayla spoke appearing in front of me out of nowhere. Oh no
She laid her hand on the champagne glass.
Oh no no no
"NO!" I pulled it back before she grabbed it.
"What?" She said confused.
"Who died?" Keven joked walking towards us as Kayla’s fingers had backed away from the glass.
"Apparently, Ella." His voice spoke. Just that it was not his voice. It was not the voice I recognized. Not the voice that usually calmed me down. Not the voice I grew to love. It was a cold, strong voice that sounded just like his fathers the first I met him.
Oh f**k.
"What do you mean?" I said playing it dumb.
"You look pale as hell, what happened with you?" Nik joked.
"What?"
"You look pale"
"You don't.. I mean.. you didn't.."
"What? Is everything alright?" He asked now confused with a slight nervous smile on his face. You know that nervous smile when you're confused but try to brush it off?
"Yeah. I'm just.. hot, and tipsy"
“You are hot indeed” he winked.
"Yeah she gets really protective of her alcohol" Kayla joked.
"Here by the way" I said handing him a glass.
"Thank you" he said as he took it up to his lips and sipped some of the bubbly golden drink. I did the same. I took a deep breath before feeling the liquid touch my lips and go down my throat.
"I'm sorry" I uttered.
"What?" He asked, not hearing me clearly.
"I said you're welcome" I smiled, attempting to sound convincing.
"Hey.. do you mind getting some fresh air?"
"No of course. Let’s go" he spoke, about to lead us to the entrance.
"Actually, can we go to the rooftop" I suggested as he nodded in agreement.
“I like your thinking, rooftop it is” he said, a bit too loudly before he quickly finished his glass of beverage and we excused ourselves from the group to make our way upstairs.
I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I am so sorry.
These four words kept repeating in my head as if they mattered, as if they would mean anything after this.
I couldn’t feel my legs at one point, I don’t even know how I got up there without falling, or fainting.
"Ma'am you can't come in here. It's off limits" a guard said, raising his hand slightly to block our way.
"B.. Black" I replied.
"Oh my bad. In you go" he held the door open for us and Nik was clearly feeling it.
"What the hell just happened?" He asked me stopping in his grounds and not taking another step. It was already too late though.. he was here. He was outnumbered.
"I am sorry"
“No, you are not”
*gun shots*
For now, that was it. That was the end, the end of everything that had to do with Ella Joseph and her history.
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