Mag-log inEthan
Something is wrong
“Where are you going to, Ethan!”
I ignore Chloe and get down the car. “Take her home, don’t let her out of the car till you are back at the house.” I order the driver, before walking back to the hall, except this time, I don't gett inside the hall, instead I pull out my phone, ringing 911.
“Please be okay Alexa.” I pick up my pace, walking into the thick woods. The sounds from the hall fading as I make my way with the dim light sticking out of thick trees.
How do I know she’s in this woods? I sighted her hand purse the minute I got into the car. The gold purse laid on the bench close to the parking lot, certainly she can’t be that careless, besides she’s here for a mission.
I'm deep in the woods when something catches my attention, his built is familiar, not just at the party, I can swear I've met him before, plus him standing, like he's towering over something doesn't lessen my suspicion.
I try to make my presence less noticeable moving between the trees, bending a little as I manouver my way to come from his back instead. Whatever he was staring down at, it's hard to tell, but the knife in his hands is too bold for me to miss.
Without thinking, I pull the gun from my coat. A shot cracks through the air, and he drops with a cry, clutching his leg. Just then the red dress glows under the dim light and I meet with the unconscious figure on the bare ground.
“Fuck, Alexa!” I rush towards her, stepping over the bastard. “Alexa, can you hear me.” My body trembles as I try to pull her into my arms, then, I feel the warmth, she's bleeding.
For the first time in years my pulse flutters wildly beneath my skin, and the confidence I always wear like armor cracks down the middle.
“No, fuck, please don't, don't do this to me lex, stay with me!” She isn't moving, and her bleeding isn't stopping. The figure shifting from distance catches my attention quickly and I pick my gun from the side, grinding my teeth hard, shooting right at the back of his head. He deserves worse, but Alexa not dying is my priority.
The slight shift in my arms doesn't let me watch as he falls to his death.
“Ethan?”
“I’m here, I’m here, stay awake with me hmm, the ambulance is on their way.”
She still tries to speak, though no words are coming out, I can see the struggle and her state aches my heart. This is not what I thought would happen when I sent her, her father’s last letter. I hid it from her for years for her safety yet, I have failed to protect her.
The ambulance arrives quick, but my men arrived earlier, so they had gotten rid of the body before hand.
I can't even keep composure as I pace around the hallway, waiting for the doctor to step out from the emergency room. If only I knew I wouldn’t have hired her, I would have held my ground scolded her and kicked her out, I had the feeling they would hurt her, but my selfishness…I foolishly followed my heart. Stupid me.
It all started with mere pity, to trying to care for someone, to actually caring. When she was younger, I never had feelings for her, she was like a little sister to me, but the minute she stepped into my office yesterday, something changed, something within me was ignited, and I should have known then that this was not going to end well.
The emergency room doors dinged open and finally the doctor walked out.
“How is she doing doctor?”
“She’s fine, it wasn’t that much of a bad fall. We’ve stitched her up, she might suffer a concussion for a few days, but she will recover fast.”
My lungs remembers it’s function as I breathe out in relief.
“You should be careful, the media will think she’s something more.” The doctor advises before walking away.
Of course she was something more. She has always been, only this time it’s something stronger.
I’m no fool to leave her side, goddess knows if someone is planning to murder her tonight. I stay by her hospital bed side, watching as she sleeps peacefully, she looks so calm and peaceful, there's no fear, no worry painting her face. No struggle hiding her emotions.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, forcing my eyes to stay open.
The morning came slow, and only then does Alexa shift a little on her bed, I jerk away as she slowly opens her eyes.
“Here have some water.” I try to be non-chalant as I pass the water on to her, even though I want to scold her about caring less about herself. I also want justice, but being this stupid is so fucking provoking.
She slowly sips on it handing it back to me.
“You sent me the letter”
I freeze at her words, not sure if I heard that right.
“I need an answer, are you on my side? Do you know who killed my father?” She asks all at once, the desperation is strong even in her tone.
“You need to recover, I will have your things sent back to your home, don’t bother returning to work.” I force myself to turn back, despite I didn’t
“What are you so afraid of if you didn’t kill him, Ethan!” She yells.
“ Why…why are you trying to shield the killer, do you also believe my family and I are wretched, not worthy of justice, do you hate me that much, Ethan?!” She cries out and fuck all I want to do was rush back to her and wrap my arms around her.
“Is it truly you...did you kill my father?"
AlexaI watched Ethan turn his back and walked out of the room as though he hadn’t stayed by my side all through waiting for me to wake, as though he wasn’t by my side begging me to stay awake. Bullshit, he could be doing all this out of guilt. But that’s what aches my heart more, if he did this out of guilt, because he knew what happened to my father, or…was he the one who-Shit. It even hurts to think that he’s the one. I tried to let out the frustration gnawing within me with a sigh, but it wasn’t working; I was still stressed. It makes perfect sense that Ethan doesn’t want me to know. Why else would he kill the man who attacked me? He didn’t want me to dig deep. I mean, there’s no way he was that blinded by worry or anger that I was hurt. My heart beats for him, but I know for a fact that the highest emotion he can feel towards me is pity. The door eases open, causing my attention to shift once more, expecting Ethan to walk in, but instead, a petite woman with her familiar brow
Ethan Something is wrong“Where are you going to, Ethan!” I ignore Chloe and get down the car. “Take her home, don’t let her out of the car till you are back at the house.” I order the driver, before walking back to the hall, except this time, I don't gett inside the hall, instead I pull out my phone, ringing 911. “Please be okay Alexa.” I pick up my pace, walking into the thick woods. The sounds from the hall fading as I make my way with the dim light sticking out of thick trees. How do I know she’s in this woods? I sighted her hand purse the minute I got into the car. The gold purse laid on the bench close to the parking lot, certainly she can’t be that careless, besides she’s here for a mission. I'm deep in the woods when something catches my attention, his built is familiar, not just at the party, I can swear I've met him before, plus him standing, like he's towering over something doesn't lessen my suspicion. I try to make my presence less noticeable moving between the tree
Alexa “She’s my date” My heart literally jumps when his hands wraps around my fnger, and pulls me away from behind Ethan. But it does calm everyone down and diverts their attention as he pulls me away from the crowd to the exit. I got my wish answered but at what cost? Because Ethan’s eyes is burning my back, I can feel it as we make it through the entrance, hands interlocked with a stranger I've barely known for an hour. “Are you okay?” Will asks, though I nod, I certainly am not, I am drenched, my plan is ruined, above all, I've lost my face before the people I badly want to get revenge on. “Do you want to come with me? To clear your head?” I shake my head, after all I barely knew him, he wasn’t even among the the list of people in the file I had studied.“I’ll wait here for my Boss.” “The same boss who let you get harrassed like that? If you ask for my opinion, no one there wants you around, their hate is so visibe, it’s dangerouns working with the Bouchards too,” Ethan d
Alexa My heart drops as Chloe walks in. All attention are on her, everyone gasping as she catwalks her way in with guards behind and her father-Ben Martin beside her. The same people that were awed by her, frowned as they turn to me, their eyes all laying their disgust. I'm not sure everyone here knows about the Bouchard’s family and the mysterious death of my father, so there is only one reason they are shooting me disgusted stares. It is the fact that, Chloe is on the same dress as I.But unlike me, she has more curves, and bigger boobs than I, so the dress hugs her perfect figure, and she walks gracefully with pride to our seat. Her smile slowly fading into disgust as she stops before me. She fakes a smile bowing to Mr. and Mrs. Bouchard before returning her hard gaze to me. “That’s mine, go find somewhere else to seat.” She orders, coldness and possesiveness lacing her tone. There are no other chairs around, Ben Martin, has already taken the last free seat, neither do I want
Alexa The door is slammed shut. It’s a shame this is just the beginning of her getting provoked and I plan to relish on every moment. “Don’t act familiar with me. From now on we are only Boss and employee.” Ethan states. As if there was anything more in the past. I was like a sister to him then and now…Alexa cut it out, you can’t be anything more than this anyways.“Get yourself settled in your room, the guards will show you to the workers quarters, go through the file, we have an event tonight.” He informs, before returning to his seat, and I bowe before him before I turn to exit his office. As simple as it sounds it’s so hard for me to just walk out the door, without getting a hug from him, or a pat on my head. He’d ruffle my hair in the past, but now his gaze are so cold, like...like he hates me. The guard guides me to the workers quarters; the female workers quarters, with maids, and female guards, I am the only female office worker in the quarters but that doesn't warrant th
Alexa The same balcony that father had fallen from ten years ago loomed over me. The same spot where they had claimed my father took his life. I can still picture his bloody, lifeless body on the compound waterfall that’s mounted below. It causes nausea to crawl up my throat. “You ungrateful brat, how dare you show up here?!” A lady with a bulb hairstyle just like mine, fair and pale skin tone just like mine, height a little taller than mine, marched up to me with obvious fury written all over her face. I stand still waiting for the slap that always stings. I never expected her to change eitherway–I don’t want anyone in this mansion changing. The sound comes before the sting registers, and my head is harshly forced to the side. Aish, it still hurts, regardless of how much I prepared for it. “Get her out now!” She yells at my face, her face red from anger, but the guard dare not try to lay their hands on me. My chest feels tight. If she’s pained about my presence how should I f







