Deep Down (UNEDITED)

Food Fight

+

I was breathing heavily after Vladimir disappeared in the "party". Why am I still here? I wonder that too, but I can't just leave Rosaline behind. She would never forgive me and I don't want to lose her. I put my hair right and pulled my dress straight again before I disappeared in the room with all the other guests.

As I entered the room I saw an older man giving a speech while everyone listened attentively and laughed at his silly joke. I wasn't paying attention when I bumped into a table with my fat ass and the glass on the table toppled over.

Suddenly all heads turned to me and far too many eyes were on me. One look filled with confusion the other with irritation. I thought they were going to turn around again, but they kept staring at me as I carefully picked up the broken glass.

"S-sorry it was by accident," I said on a shaky tone as I came right . "You can go on with your speech." i laughed uncomfortably. i'd rather sink into the ground than look at someone

"How does that bum get back in here? Is she even invited?" asked a woman with long black hair who stood in the middle of the guests. "Please take her outside and give her some money to buy food," she said in a stern tone and turned around again.

I wanted to be evicted, but someone had other plans. "She belongs with me" the words echoed through the silent room. It was not the voice of Rosaline nor the voice of Max. They were the words of Vladimir. What is he planning now, first he thought it was a good idea to almost suffocate me and now "I belong with him".

I laughed uncomfortably to break the silence a bit, but that didn't really help "He's just kidding people" I said on a high pitch. Someone is kill me now. The click of an expensive shoe came towards me and before I knew it Vladimir had put an arm around my waist.

"She's such a joker, isn't she?" Vladimir said in a sweet false tone. I could give him a smack on the head so he could finally find his mind again. What the f**k is he doing?

I looked into the crowd and found Max and Rosaline next to each other with their mouths almost open with amazement. This is going completely wrong. I came here to support Rosaline, but suddenly I need Rosaline's support.

The woman who called me a bum came up to us and looked at me from head to toe "Why didn't you tell me about her? I like to know when you take your girlfriends to a family party Vladimir," she said coldly.

Vladimir laughed "Laura, she's not my girlfriend". I sighed because he had finally decided to use his last living brain cell. "She is my fiancée."

"WHAT?!" Laura and I shouted in choir. The situation here is only getting worse and worse what is his problem.

"Don't be so dramatic this party is all about my engagement. So meet Amara Verondale." he almost said disappointed. I'm not Verondale?! Rosaline is. He switched us. I just wanted to explain to him what a mistake he had made and what an i***t he is, but Rosaline came to us.

"Can I steal your fiancée from you, Mr. Davrov?" Rosaline asked. She didn't really wait for an answer before she dragged me to the hallway.

"This is great Amara" she whispered she shouted "I haven't told anyone my last name so nobody knows that I am Verondale. This is how I can get out of my engagement." she said enthusiastically

"Wait"? What! You want me to marry mister "I'm better than everyone" in your place ?!" I asked unbelievingly.

"Yeah, that's what I just said Amara. You know I'm not ready to get married and you've been whining for years about how you want to get married and have a nice family. it's a win-win situation," she said convincingly.

"Yes, but I want to marry someone I can fall in love with!! not an asshole?!" I almost shouted

"please do it for-." Rosaline was interrupted by the friendly voice of Alex "Are you ladies coming to the table?" he asked, demanding.

Rosaline said "yes", before she followed him she turned her head for a moment and gave a begging look. After a while I sighed and followed her to the dining room. What should I do?

The dining room was beautiful. The ceiling was decorated with shades of gold just like the marble floor that had a large oak table on it. The table was covered with beautiful cutlery, in the middle were candlesticks with long white candles. I was already drooling from the table and I hadn't even seen the food

"Didn't you know that staring is rude?" I heard in my ear. I turned to find Vladimir next to my ear.

"I must be able to stare at something worth staring at and unfortunately you are not Mr. Davrov" I said sweetly and then happily walked away to the table and sat down on the chair with the name tag of "miss. Verondale" on since Rosaline was already in my original place.

I could not betray Rosaline now and actually she was right. I always wanted a family, but not with the resemblance of a T-rex. I can't describe it in any other way. Because of my daydreaming I did not realize that people had come to sit next to me.

"It's nice that another i***t has joined this family of lunatics" said a boy who was certainly not older than 17.

"What?" I asked unbelievably and looked at him with an open mouth.

"You heard me. You're just in shock because I'm telling the truth. In a no time you'll be involved in the business too," he said laughing. I didn't understand anything about it. The family seemed perfectly normal to me except for the fact that they live in a huge house.

"The business? What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously. He looked at me like I was from Mars.

"The underworld stuff"? Drugs? Weapons? Murders? They told you about them, didn't they?" he had a smug grin on his face. He thought it was funny to talk about murders and illegal stuff.

"You think this is funny? Laughing about murders, in no time you'll be a victim yourself! Think before you say something ridiculous bastard" I said angry, did that last one have to go with it? No, not really but I was angry and didn't think.

"What did you call me?!" he was standing straight from his chair which fell backwards with a loud bang. "Ridiculous bastard" I said slower than necessary.

"You little b***h I'll show you what I do to people who don't show respect" he raised his hand to slap me, even though he was probably not much older than 17 the slap would hurt.

"Enough!" the loud voice echoed through the dining room and it became completely silent. all heads turned to a man who looked no older than 50 with a black suit and his brown hair that was already a bit grayer in a dot.

The boy had fear in his eyes and took a step back and stared at his feet "Sorry, father."