5- Dead

Why am I angry with my own self after all those years?

Oh Lord, where will this late realization be leading me?

Shaking my head, I woke up in the morning. I had to be present at work before him and Linda told me he comes around nine so I had plenty of time to prepare.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for work, checked up on Mom and Papa and left for her work.

I was on the bus, looking at the busy streets of New York holding a strange vibrance but I was lost in another vintage. With mixed emotions I couldn’t express. 

Life has an eerie way of explaining itself. 

Some destroy their future by their past but is it worth it?

“It’s a matter of yesterday. Life doesn’t stop for anyone.” 

Muttering under my breath, I shook my head and entered my opulent workplace. I greeted our receptionist Kylie and left straight for my cabin.

“Is it just me or the atmosphere isn’t like yesterday?” I mumbled, noticing everyone who was literally talking and chilling at this time yesterday was engrossed in work today.

‘Must be a lot of work.’ 

I thought, shrugging my shoulders, admiring the lift only made for higher up and feelings proud to be considered among ones.

The lift opened as I walked towards my cabin only to find the reason why everyone was not idling around today. He was present early.

`What the- He wasn’t supposed to come till nine!’ 

With an internal shout, my steps slowed as I walked closer.

His back facing me, he was wearing his usual three piece gray suit perfectly fitted to his broad shoulders, forging a dominant presence only by his attitude. 

“Good Morning, Sir.” I whispered, turning slowly he arched one eyebrow perfectly which enhanced his features.

I could never deny that, now and then, Vincent had always been an exquisite creation of God with perfect features.

From his natural features to his beard, everything about him was beautiful.

“I believe you were supposed to be here before me.” 

He taunted, facing me, his tall height intimidating me when he rested his hand in his pocket and took a step closer.

“I did as Linda instructed. I was supposed to be present before nine and I am.” 

I reasoned timidly, not lifting my gaze to meet him but I noticed his steps approaching me. My heart began to race when he came closer, evoking a shiver of fright.

“Good because that is exactly what I wanted.” 

His smirk grew darker as I understood now he was early- no one is going to come before nine. He had all of his time to torment me. 

“What?” I asked, I prayed I heard wrong but not.

“Exactly. Who is here to stop me now?” He challenged. His very aura reflected his dark thoughts.

He approached me like a hunter, scanning my body, drying my throat in anticipation.

He wanted us to be alone, so he could trap me and display his intimidation.

“So now you are going to use your authority to teach me a lesson?” I asked in disbelief but it gave him an indication to taunt me.

“Like how you used my trust?” 

An arrow pierced through my chest. I was stunned briefly for a second.

He was carrying a scar for five years.

“Is this going to satisfy you? Do you want this?”  I asked breathlessly.

Forcing my overwhelmed form to confront his eyes flickering with resentment.

“Yes.” Growling, he stared dead into my eyes, those ideas to hurt me burning there.

“You were no saint. Do I deserve to be treated this way?” I asked, dejection dripping from my words.

But, he was not pleased with my statement.

His smirk faded eventually, replaced by a scowl as he slammed his other hand on the wall, frightening me by his action.

“You deserve every bit of this fear.” He growled, making me tremble by the intensity of his rage.

“You chose this by yourself. You are the one who is providing a shore to this rage; bear it then.” 

He hissed, sliding his finger under my chin, forcing my orbs to collide with his stern ones.

“By this?” I asked, losing my breath, heaving continuous breaths of dismal.

“Why not? You love forbidden bonds, don’t you?” He asked temptingly, moving his thumb to brush it over my lips but I yanked my head away.

“Don’t touch me.” I hissed, my head in the other direction but displeased with my action he grabbed my jaw.

“Listen here, Annalise. Don’t you fucking dare to order me again.” He snarled, emitting sheer authority, etching his power in my mind so I won’t resist again.

“If you dared to resist me again, I would show you a scenario much worse than this one.” He threatened me.

My heart thumping with the pace as if it would leap out of my chest. 

A tear pricked in the corner of my eyes, losing my mind when I could feel his tight grip on my jaw.

“Sir, Please. I am sorry-” 

Whimpering, I was hoping some dignity might shower him and he could leave but revenge has blinded him.

“You better prepare yourself.” 

He warned, leaving me startled, horrified, a shaking mess, not believing he truly harassed me openly with no glint of remorse.

When he moved back and turned to leave, a tear rolled down my cheek as I whispered weakly, sadly.

“You are not the man I used to know.” 

My heart clenched to find that the Vincent I used to know is no longer alive in those hateful eyes, the man I had spent my teenage years with was no longer present anymore.

“Exactly.” He scowled, glancing over his shoulder with dead eyes.

Confirming my statement along with a hint of sorrow which vanished the second I noticed it.

“You killed him long ago.” 

With a deadpan expression, he completed his sentence, leaving me all alone in my misery and questions about my choices.

What have I done?