Red Alert

Chapter 12: Drunk

Dylan's Pov

I was in a bit of a mess and I had no idea how to handle it. Ella aka Ms. Jamison aka my wife was very drunk right now. I don't think she knows how to handle her alcohol because, after having just two glasses, I'm pretty sure she's out cold. She was only supposed to take one glass and just try but she took two whole and now she was asleep on the table. I would take her upstairs but I'm not sure if I want to disturb her sleep. I would leave her here but it was cold and she could end up getting sick, which is a hassle for me.

"Hey." She shuffled as she moved her head up and spotted me.

"Hi." I simply replied.

"Are you free? Can I talk to you? Will you listen to me?" Ella asked her voice slurring which only made it obvious that she was surely drunk.

"Um...sure?" The sentence sounded more like a question than intended.

"Do you any siblings?" She asked as I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Yeah," I answered.

"I do too. Two sisters and two brothers, all younger than me but you know what...they hate me." Ella said with a puppy dog look as she stared at my face. I didn't know where this talk was going and what she was going to be rambling about but I was sure curious. "They think I abandoned them and I did but I didn't mean to. I just wanted to protect them but now they hate me all over again." She said, tears filling her eyes as she laid her head on the table facing me.

"I'm sure they don't hate you." I tried to make her feel better since I hate tears and crying. I'm not saying that I haven't cried but it's been a long time and crying is for the weak.

"And I'm sure they do. I don't want to sound depressed or gloomy but nowadays it seems like nobody truly likes me. My sisters, my brothers, my husband... they all hate me." Ella pouted as she spoke in a sad tone. I was surprised at the fact that she mentioned me and since it was a negative thing I wondered why she thought that though I already knew the reason.

"Your husband?" I questioned, quite surprised that she didn't know she was talking to me, her husband, about me.

"Yeah, he hates me too and it's so obvious." She answered as she moved her head up but her eyes were closed. "I wasn't expecting anything already but he didn't need to be so...so...mean. He won't talk to me but instead, he ignores me. I mean, I get the fact that he never wanted to get married to a nobody like me but at least he didn't have to say it to my face. It hurts you know...when you're trying your best but nobody seems to notice. It's painful being the only one keeping up a calm act when you're going through the same inner turmoil as them." Ella said all of that in one go as I couldn't help but feel more guilty about that words I had said yesterday. Without another word, Ella's head fell on the table as the sound of light snoring was heard.

The thing was I hadn't meant to yell at her like that or to call her stupid but it just slipped out. Father was going to appoint me as CEO of his company soon and I had a lot on my plate if I wanted to prove myself eligible. I needed and wanted to prove myself to my father since he had always liked Andy more than me. I didn't mind it and I didn't hate Andy but I just wanted my father to approve of me instead of thinking that I was too soft to be a CEO.

All of this thinking had gotten to my head and the paperwork was as confusing as ever. I was rushing without thinking and when I went out to make some coffee I saw the twins bedroom door ajar. I walked over and peeked inside to see Ella tucking the twins in bed. A part of me was happy that she had gone up and above by tucking them instead of me but a part of me was enraged. I told her specifically not to enter any room but she did just that and that made me mad since I was planning to keep the twins existence a secret from her.

I didn't want Ella finding out about my brother, my sister-in-law, or about the twins. For some reason, I just didn't want her to know that I had adopted my brother's children. The twins were a huge reason for me wanting to keep mine and Ella's marriage a secret. I didn't want the news getting out and I have kept the twin's existence a secret for five years so I couldn't let Ella come and ruin it for me. It's not that I didn't want the public finding out about Emma and Aiden...it's just that I wasn't ready for...I don't know. I just wasn't ready for the world to know about them just yet. One day I will let everyone know but that day just isn't here yet.

I was scared that if mine and Ella's marriage got out, news reporters would be sneaking around the house for the juicy stuff. The paparazzi and the news are a hassle because they'll do whatever they can to get popularity no matter who they hurt or what they do. If people are sneaking around that could result in people finding out about Emma and Aiden. I didn't want that happening. Only a few people knew about the twins and they were people who I trusted with my life.

With all of this stuff circling my mind, I got enraged when I saw Ella coming out of the room. I couldn't suppress my anger and I ended up taking it out on her. It was wrong and mean of me I know and I regretted it as soon as she walked out of the room. I even went to apologize but as I put my hand on the doorknob, I could hear her crying and I wimped out. I was a sucker for crying and the only people who knew that were the twins, my parents, Asher, Jackson, and Jennie. I didn't want to see Ella crying because I didn't want to see how much my words had hurt her because that would make me feel incredibly guilty.

Even in the morning, I tried to apologize but decided to wait for a better moment. Seeing Emma enjoy a homemade breakfast meal made me feel happy. Seeing the twins happy made me feel happy and I loved seeing them smile. I wasn't going to say it to Ella but I was glad that she grew accustomed to them so quickly and I was glad that the twins were comfortable in her presence, which was a huge thing. After I saw Aiden warm up to her in a second, I was utterly surprised but all I could do was mentally thank Ella.

"Let's get you to bed." I sighed, speaking to myself as I picked Ella up. Unsurprisingly she was very light to carry but she kept struggling with made it hard for me to carry her up the stairs. As we entered her room, I wasn't hesitant to throw her onto her bed and yes I threw her but what does it matter, she probably won't remember any of this tomorrow. I was going to head straight out when Ella grabbed my wrist.

"Please, don't leave." She mumbled as I raised my eyebrow in surprise. She must be very drunk to ask me that after basically insulting me to my face though I deserved it.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Because I'm scared. I don't want to die alone." Ella answered as I was left more confused. Die alone? What was she talking about? She not going to die because of being drunk for one night.

Either way, I didn't have a choice but to stay since she was practically crushing my bones with her grip on my wrist. For such a small girl, she sure had a tight grip. I sat on the edge of her bed and waited until I was sure she was fast asleep. Then I slowly removed her hand from mine as I stood up but while lifting her hand, I noticed a cut on her arm. I moved her sleeve up a bit, my eyes scrunching with confusion as I saw a few small cuts covering her arm. It wasn't very obvious but if you looked closely they were very clear. I was usually quite observant and I was surprised that I hadn't noticed the cuts on her arm at the wedding yesterday.

I pulled her sleeve back down as I spread the duvet over her before simply standing there. As I stood there staring at the person who was now my wife, I only had one thing in my mind. She was a girl of many stories and she looked anything but conniving. My mind was swirling with different possibilities of how she came to get those cuts but I didn't want to worry myself about it so I let it go. I didn't want to feel concern for her but those cuts made me concerned but I wasn't going to push. I wasn't going to poke my nose in her business and she wasn't going to poke hers in mine, that was the unspoken deal.

I went downstairs, filled a glass with water and grabbed two boxed containing pills. One box of pills was called Advil and the second was called Motrin. They were both for headaches but I didn't know which one Ella preferred so I placed both of them by her bedside table along with the water. After tonight she would surely have a splitting headache tomorrow morning and I know how awful it feels so I had to help her. After I exited her room for the final time I went over to mine and laid down, staring at the ceiling.

I don't know what mother and father were thinking when they set me up in this arranged marriage thing with Ella. If I had known beforehand it was going to be my new employee, I would have declined. Honestly, though, Ella is much better than the other woman my mother set me up with on blind dates. Ella wasn't my type of girl but she was close. I hated the rich and snobby type of girls who wore short skirts and skimpy dresses just to impress men. Ella was different and because of not having a rich background she was quite humble. I'm not saying that I'm accepting her but I'm relieved that she isn't like one of the girls my mother set me up with.

To be honest, my mother was against this from the beginning because she thought Ella wasn't fitting enough to be my wife. She wasn't rich, she wasn't fashionable, she didn't have a status, she wasn't over the top beautiful and she wasn't everything we were. She was different from the types of girl mother liked but after dinner, the night mother met her, all she could do was go on and on about how great Ella was.

I don't like Ella in that perspective. As an employee, she's great and as a friend, she's nice but as a wife, I just couldn't see her in that way. I was against this and I wasn't going to change my mind but it was done now and all I could do was wait. Maybe in some time we can just get divorced and get this all over with because I can never see myself with Ella. I regret agreeing to this marriage but it's not like father gave me much of a choice. It was either the world finding out about Emma and Aiden or either marrying Ella. Being the twin's father I don't want them to fall into the world of news and fame right now like I did so I had to sacrifice for them.

It was my brother and his wife's wish was to raise the twins out of the spotlight. They had planned to move to Hawaii, where they first met and raise their children there. Andy planned to start a small business cafe with Susan, live there and raise their children in Hawaii. They wanted to live and die there but their plans were cut short. I wanted to fulfill their wish and let the twins grow up without the press or anyone bothering them. I wanted them to live as normal children do and because of that, I needed to keep them a secret. I think it's what is best for them right now and I'm sticking to my decision but father disagrees with my ways.

Ella being here can be used both to the twin's disadvantage as well as their advantage. The twins don't have any serious illness or aren't sick but they just refuse to talk. According to the doctor, they are young so it was easier for their brains to have convinced them that they can't speak. The twins stopped speaking when they were three and were involved in a small accident. At first, the doctor diagnosed them with trauma and said that they would recover in six months but after six months there was no change. Even after waiting for a year there was no change so then the doctor performed many tests and all but there was nothing wrong.

Emma and Aiden are physically healthy but their mental state isn't. They can't stay mute forever and they won't even agree to go to school. I don't send them to school but instead, send them to a private nursery. There are other kids but the twins don't mix with them at all and instead stick together. The teacher has complained and I've tried to make them communicate and socialize but nothing seems to be working. The most I can do is try to help the twins talk without forcing and pushing them too much. Them getting close to Ella is a huge step and I think Ella will be able to help me and them.

I'll talk to her about it some other day but for now, I think I should get to sleep. I didn't drink that much but the wine is getting to me. Besides today had generally been a tiring day with the meeting about the new fashion line and the models. Running a fashion company was hard but it was something I have been doing since I was fifteen. To think I'm going to be CEO soon. I just hope, I able to work out the whole mess that is my life.