Nix
1297 Words
Alex:
I returned to Seattle and the first thing I did was went to my room and shifted everything to my office. I can’t live in this room anymore. Nicolle’s memories will kill me. Everyone tried to stop me, but I was on a mission. A mission to kill my emotions and memories. Mrs. Colton was happy though. First, Nicolle I came without Nicolle and second, I was moving out.
I can’t forget her. I tried everything. I just can’t live with the fact that she is not with me. I am sending her checks and I don’t know if she is actually using them or not. I just hope she does. At least I will be a part of their lives.
Her Dad called me, and I wanted to talk to Nicolle. But I can’t be weak again. She rejected me, and I have to respect her decision. She doesn’t want me in her life. I can’t bear this pain, this emptiness in my life but my hands are tied, and I am feeling so helpless.
The only emotion I have in my heart is pain. And I can’t show it to anyone, so I have decided to cover it with another emotion. Anger. And I am doing this so that no one dares to ask me where Nicolle is or why I have tears in my eyes.
I started yelling at everyone in the office. Soon everyone got the signal and they started maintaining their distance. Good for them. Then I moved towards the media. They like to publish about me, so I gave them the spice. I started giving arrogant interviews and made sure my ruthlessness reached them. But this show which I was putting on for everyone started to reach my mind.
I am a monster now. I don’t talk to anyone, and everyone in the office is scared of me. The moment they step inside the office, they are required to leave their tongue outside. I don’t allow anyone to talk, unless it’s necessary.
None of my assistants stay for more than a month. I make their life hell, but I can’t control it. I am always angry. I don’t allow leaves, and if anyone needs a leave other than weekends, I ask them to resign. I guess I am so selfish that I can’t see anyone smiling.
My business is on the top and guess what, people care more about fear than they care about love. I should have been like this from the beginning. I expanded my construction sector in just 3 months and have started investing in the health sector. I am the richest man, and I give it a s**t.
Few of my mergers were not legal I should say. I literally threatened one family to sell out their land to me and if they fail, I told them, I will wipe their name from the earth. I laughed when they shed tears.
I have started smoking and drinking. I used to drink but it was occasional, but now, it’s on a daily basis. And when the pain increases to the level when I can’t bear it, I have injections for it.
Past 3 days have been hard for me. Yesterday was Nicolle’s date. Either the baby is born by now or may be earlier. I want to know, but don’t want to know at the same time. I don’t think I will be able to control myself. I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl. Should I ask Emma? No, she will tell Nicolle about my call.
Aunty tried to pass a message around 20 days back and I am unable to breath since then. I almost destroyed the career of my assistant to try to give her message to me. This assistant knows the story, so he is keeping his distance. Well, I was wrong.
“Sir, there is someone who wants to meet you and is at the reception.” He asked passing files to me, with a trembling finger.
“Is it personal?”
“Yes sir. Receptionist said …” I didn’t let him complete and gave him a stare. He gulped hard and shook his head. “I will ask her to convey your message.”
“Good. Now get out before I change my mind.”
I don’t know why, but this assistant is not getting my message. It’s been a week and here he is, again asking me the same question.
“Sir, today also I got a call from the reception.”
I threw the file in my hand and stood up with such a force that my chair fell over. I dashed towards the door and closed it with such a force that the whole floor stood up to see me. I don’t care.
I reached the reception and she started shaking seeing my face. She thinks I am scary. I like it.
“Why the hell are you still calling? Didn’t I tell you what to do last week?” I roared at her and she flinched.
“So....Sorry Sir, but she is coming daily. She comes here in the morning, sits here all day and leaves at 9 in the night. I have told her multiple times, but… I am sorry.” She was shaking like a leaf.
“Even if she dies here, don’t you dare call me again.” I yelled at her and turned towards the elevator. I stopped for a second and realized something. Who is this “She”?
“Did you say it’s a woman?”
“Yes, she did say it was a woman. Don’t you want to know who it is, Alex?” A familiar voice answered.
I froze for a second and prayed to God that what I am hearing is wrong. But I know this voice. It’s Emma.
When I didn’t move, she came to me. “It’s a girl Alex.”
I took her hand and walked towards my office. I don’t think I will be able to handle myself and I don’t want to show my pain or weakness to anyone now.
Everyone in my office was shocked to see me, holding Emma’s hand and dragging her towards my office, or should I say my room. I locked it once we were inside.
I sat on my chair and held my face in my hand.
“Why did you come?”
“To show you something.”
“Delete it.”
“Alex, I think you should see it.”
“Delete it, Emma. I don’t want to add another face to my heart. One is enough to kill me.” I paused for a second. “I need to go to a meeting.”
“She is already dead.”
I stopped at the door and turned to look at Emma.
“Who is …?” I couldn’t complete it. I swear my heart broke into a million pieces again. How can someone feel pain once their heart is dead? I am sure I had killed my emotions but this news broke me so hard, I fell hard on the ground.
I have my wife and my daughter and I would prefer to die before hearing any of them is not anymore.
“Nix.”
- Writer
