Out For My Ex.

Her heart was in danger. The instant the wheels of the speeding yellow cab came to a halt, she shoved the door, and rushed out. “Miss, your change!” The yell of the aged driver, laced with surprise, was drowned out. As her feet, nestled in a pair of costly red stiletto, pelted down the graveled floor, even their clicks got drowned out. At that point, the chirps of the birds, lingering smell of overgrown vegetation and rooting wood were non-existent. Aveline's heart, pounding so much in her chest, echoed throughout her body, blocking everything out except that thought. A thought — an instinct — a damn necessity and that was saving him. Her heart. And he was trapped in there. “Dear God no!” Clenching more tightly to the strap of her purse dangling over her arm, Aveline pelted into the towering wooden building. She shoved the door — it swung, and a gust of wind, entailing stomach churning smell of petroleum and mold, slapped her hard. “Papa! Maman! Stop this madness!” A sight — one so horrid that got her bones stiffening cursed Aveline's eyes. Like a hot knife through a stick of butter, her yell pierced her parents' attention. Their heads spun, attention fixated on the figure they cared for, and adored so much. Their adoration was limitless — anything, and everything, would be done to protect their sweet daughter. Any threat would be terminated. The richest couple across Paris, Mr. and Mrs. Garnier considered he — Pierre Russel a threat. A cancer that needed to be burned. Thus, they trapped him in a car; dampened with petroleum. “What is this madness?” Like a hurt banshee, Aveline shrieked, her legs taking long strides coated with rage towards them. Her pair of teal green bore flames of anger. Yet, it was incapable of defrosting the countenances of indifference smeared on her parents’ face. “How dare you kidnap my boyfriend, bring him to the crappy vineyard and trap him in a car!? Are you…” Aveline paused once her feet stepped onto a pool of something. With attention diverted, she lowered her gaze and the poignant smell of petroleum seeped into her nostrils, knocking in shock. “Y-you two are…” Stunned, Aveline's legs wobbled, knees nearly buckling. But the sight of her parents, standing by the car, nonchalance oozing from their bodies adorned with the finest of wears blessed Aveline with strength. She regained her stance, her fists clenched and eyes narrowed into a glare. “Let Pierre go” She demanded, tone cold, but minimal in terms of her parents. Lucien heaved a sigh, shoulders slumping, before glancing at his raging daughter. “How did you find out about…this?” He questioned, ounces of exhaust embedded heavily in his tone. The aged man was tired — so tired of trying to speak sense into Aveline. Lucien received an answer once sounds of thuds blended with the air, and soon, she burst in. Her disheveled short brown hair, although a contrast to Aveline's silky long cherry red hair didn't diminish their resemblance. “Pa… Papa” Despite being knowledgeable of all…this, Eveline's blue eyes widened at such a sight. “It's a shame I birthed a pair of twins that shared one brain cell” Genevieve, their mother scrawled, her lips tightened in a frown, eyes pouring out disdain to both. “H-hey! Wh-what's happening! Let me out of here! f**k!” The abrupt slams, and pounds of a fist on the car window stole the family's attention. “Pierre!” “Ave! Get me out of here!” Trapped in the car, dripping with fuel, was a raven haired man. His almond brown eyes dilated with fear, body trembled yet fists relentlessly punched the silky window. The air instead felt toxic, and each inhale got daggers poking at his lungs, his breath turning raggy. “This…” Lucien tsked, the annoyed sound blending with the slams, and Aveline glared daggers at him. “This is the fool you want to get married to, Aveline?” He pointed at the window, his expression a perfect canvas of irritation. “Not only is he poor…” Genevieve paused, eyes gleaming with rage. “But also moronic and oblivious!” She snapped, her degrading words bit into Pierre like talons, drawing out blood and hurt. His pounds stopped, and Aveline watched as his body slouched a bit in defeat. “You are the daughter of a Garnier, Aveline!” Lucien scrawled, once more, bringing her hateful eyes to him. “Château Garnier is the top wine making company across Europe! You cannot and will not spend your life like this!” “But I don't want to spend my life making wine, okay? I want to be a fashion designer! And you two!” Aveline spat, her resentful glare switching from one parent to another. “You two have never been supportive of my dream! Only Pierre — he's been the only one that gets me! We share a dream! We share a…” “Delusion!” That word tore from Genevieve's throat, slicing through Aveline's utterance as she took slow, languid strides. “You two share a delusion! A lie and that boy! This fool!” Sharply, she pointed at him without breaking the fierce eye contact with her daughter. “He does not care about your dreams. He. Will. Use. You. Aveline! He will take your flame, and burn you to the ground, dance and f**k on your ashes and grave!” Genevieve rasped, each word capable of sending torrents of hesitancy in anyone. Anyone but Aveline Garnier. She maintained eye contact with her mother, defiance flowed in veins and her chest rose and fell. “So let us burn him before he does!” Rapidly, Genevieve spun, ambled to Lucien, who held out a lighter. Pierre, weakened by the woman's vile word, shut his eyes, awaiting his impending doom while sucking slow breath. In a heartbeat, Genevieve snatched the lighter, ready to strike it when sounds of drops invaded her ears. It invaded everyone's, and Pierre's eyes widened yet remained glued to Aveline. “What is…” Turning to their daughter, jaws dangled once their gaze fell on her bleeding stomach. “Aveline!” Lucien shouted, shock and worry urging him to dash to her. But… “Don't. Take. Another. Step” Aveline's hands, encircled on the handle of a knife, twisted it deeper into her flesh. Its sharp blade invaded past her clothing, into her flesh and drew blood — it soaked her entire abdomen, and countless drops of it fell, mingling with the pool of fuel. “Let him go. Or I'll meet him in hell” Aveline uttered, a trail of blood gliding down her lips, yet her eyes remained locked on… Genevieve. “Chr… Christ!” Overwhelmed by worry, Lucien scurried for the keys in his pocket and once in his hand, he yanked the door of the car. Like a prey released from the fangs of its captor, Pierre bolted out of the car. “Aveline!” He rushed to her, arms spread and soon, he scooped her off the floor, the knife slipping from her stomach. Pierre wasted no time. He pelted out of there, and Eveline instinctively called an ambulance while running after them. Left alone, the aged couple shared different reactions. Lucien, panic struck, fished for his phone, putting a call across to top-notch doctors to attend to his daughter and Genevieve… She retained her stance, her expression as dead as a corpse, for a moment before a smirk ran across her red lips. “Love is going to get you killed, Aveline”