Se connecterROMAN'S POV‘This is what’s important?’ his gaze practically read. Judgments overflowing in their depths but instead, he silently started up the engine. Reversing.“I hope you know what you’re doing, boss. I hope you know.”Actually, I didn’t know.I didn’t know anything, just knew I needed to speak with her, know everything and just…make sure she was okay. Cause she wasn’t.That hurt filled brown eyes earlier…it wasn’t. And I couldn’t forget it. Couldn’t stop thinking about it, my chest caving in each time and just-“Get in.”“H-huh?” she stumbled backwards for a bit. Lips parted in surprise, that sound from her lips so tiny. So tiny and crooked. Her throat must be so dry, was she crying? Crying all afternoon in that office of hers??Was that what I paid her for?!“Get in.” I snapped this time. The words coming out as a command, more than I’d liked to. “You’re not going to get a ride this late out here without anyone recognizing you. Get in right now. While I’m letting you.”I pushed
ROMAN'S POVI had questions. Tons. My curiosity, uneasiness and sheer irritation for the happenings from hours ago going higher and higher. Suddenly the very memory of it disgusted me. I didn’t come in on time when it all started but now I wished I had. I wished I’d arrived faster, halted things faster. Maybe then I’d at least gotten some answers?Maybe I would’ve seen her. Gone to her without having to consider so much or watch what looked like a fight ensue between that one always hovering around her, Cleo and the other one I saw bloody outside. The two women yelling accusations and threats all over the place.“You did this, you bitch! I know you did.” Cleo spat, refusing to power down even as they got separated.“I didn’t do anything. If you think so then bring proof!” the bloody nose declared, fighting her way out of Cleo’s grasp. “Bring proof and defend that conniving brat! Conniving, foolish and useless swine! Her mother’s words, not mine.”“You!” Cleo rushed forward for her, get
ROMAN’S POVWhen I said to return back to the office, I wasn’t looking to run into this. I wasn’t looking to run into anything , much less watch it play out the few minutes I did.I wasn't expecting anything and most especially not her on the ground! On the stony, dirt ground, getting clawed and pulled apart like dead carcass left for vultures.“Boss.” Jordan called, quiet. As though reminding me I was still staring at their faces right now. Faces that just now were twisted in sneers, laughter and mockery. All my staff too. Not an outsider. My staff.My eyes slanted downwards to the phones still in most people’s hands. Their expressions confused, stance unsteady, deciding whether or not to disperse or just continue with the absurdity they were busy with.“Is this what you came here to do today?” I started slowly, gritting. “I said, is this what you came here to do today?!”Silence.Radio silence. A few uneasy shuffles but no words.Good.Would make this a lot faster.“Get their phones,
ALINA'S POV "Ask anyone and they’ll tell you!” “They’ll tell you children look after their parents. You owe them that for all the sufferings and sacrifice. Ask anyone and they'll tell you! No one treats their own mother like this. Their own mother." "I carried her for 11 months. 11 months of my life dedicated to that brat and this is what she gives me? This is what she does to me? Abandon, neglect and insult me?? Come out here you brat! Come out here and face me. Alina! Alina Monroe! Alina Fucking Monroe, come out here! You and your sick piece of shit of a father ruined my life and now you just want to abandon me? Me?? Come outside here and face me, bitch!" It was like a horror movie. A clip from a horror movie, a page from your worst possible nightmare. My mom. My mother in Oxygen. My own mother right in Oxygen, yelling and cussing profanities at whoever, at me and for all that cared to listen. Phones out all around her. People gathering, staff, recording and whispering amongs
ALINA’S POV“Err…no one?”“Wrong answer. Try again.”“What? C’mon.”“No you c’mon, Lina. C’mon!” she let out all ruffled up. “I’ve been watching these past week. Been watching you do things I cannot understand or know the reason why. You have straps on your heels, you never wear strappy heels. You’re either on low slingbacks or flats.”What?I looked down.“You always wear dresses, coats, tie your hair up like some fucking nurse in a hospital despite all my talks.” she continued, “You don’t even wear earrings on some days but look at you right now! You’re spotting a necklace.”I touched my neck.“And a watch.”I touched that too.“And a bracelet. You- two bracelets?? You’re wearing bracelets on both arms??”I put my hands all down at her words. Placed them right under the table, feeling suddenly self conscious and displayed under her eyes. Worse we were currently in a restaurant. In the middle of the restaurant.“I knew I shouldn’t have picked this table.” I lamented quietly, shifting
ALINA'S POV I woke up the next day with a start. Not by my alarm though, by something else. Something far more internal than external. Something that had me taking a long cold shower and even entertaining the presence of a certain purple buzzing rose. My little play thing I use…sometimes. But anyways, it wasn’t satisfactory. I didn't feel satisfied. I wanted more, something else. I knew what that something was but the surprising part is...I wasn't cringing at the thought. I wasn’t cringing at the thought of it like I’d normally done, hence! The beginning of my morning. From scrubbing raw in the shower, standing around picking and switching outfits I’d wear to work and even looking at the mirror countless times… Fixing my hair. My hair. I knew something was with me. Something was definitely wrong but it didn’t stop me either. An hour and half minutes later, I was finally set. Grabbed my stuff, left the house and headed to Oxygen’s building. With my hair let down too. Let







