Panic Attack

Present

It is already dawn and the clouds are gloomy and heavy with rain, I still have no destination in mind, my family isn't in New York so I have nowhere to go, I contemplate on calling Madison but I know she's going to choke me with loads of questions which I am not ready to answer. I want to clear my head and forget about that cheating bastard, I feel like this is a dream, Jax and I were like the perfect couple, we barely fought, the only time we fight is when we are picking a movie for a movie marathon or when we have to wrestle each for the left side of the bed which was a total cheat because he is way stronger than me.

Those memories bring a smile to my face, sometimes life just decides to throw shit at you when you aren't even ready.

Me:

Life: Just take this, I don't care if you are ready or not.

Me: what the hell, totally unfair

I still love Jax, hell I don't know if I will be able to stop, I barely have any friends and he's the only one I depend on apart from Madison, he was like my shield, I still don't believe that happened, I guess I have to get used to it and I don't think I am ever going to trust a guy, who needs a boy anyway?.

I decide to lodge in a hotel with the little money I have with me till I solve my apartment issue and get all my stuff from our- "his" apartment including my car.

Oh God, how was I dumb enough to forget my precious baby at his place. I am definitely picking that up tomorrow even though I would have to face the bitch.

There's a hotel on the second street from here which would take about ten minutes if I decide to walk, and five minutes if I decide on picking a car, so I decide on walking which wouldn't cost me extra money.

I clear any thought about Jax and focus on the situation at hand, besides I am pretty sure he is locked up in his room with that bitchy little high-class whore, going on at it again and again.

I feel a drop of water on my forehead, I look up towards the skies and immediately the clouds start spitting out their beads of water as puddles start plinking due to the sudden and really heavy rainfall.

What the actual fuck?!, Why today of all days when I have practically nowhere to go.

Water blurs my vision which prevents me from seeing the road clearly, My feet suddenly feel wet, and I look down to see that l stepped in a puddle of water and that my shoes are totally drenched, and the worst part of the whole situation is that I forgot to take a coat.

I know it's risky but I have no choice so I run as fast as I can to the nearest hotel.

I run blindly through the streets, in order to get to the hotel. I could barely see a thing. I hear a car approaching and use the sleeves of my shirt to wipe the water in my eyes to get a hold of my bearings, just to find out that I'm in the middle of the road, and in the path of the approaching car with its bright headlight headed towards me at full speed.

For some reason I stay frozen to the ground unable to move my limbs, I watch the car screech to a sudden halt as it almost touches my legs.

I go straight into panic still unable to move, I guess it is due to the fright of almost getting hit.

My throat begins to tighten and the rain isn't helping the situation at all. I am trembling and shaking still unable to move my body.

I watch as a man in a blue coat gets out of a black Lamborghini, he approached me with a look of fear all over his face, I immediately recognize him as the billionaire I met earlier today.

"Fuck, I am sorry I didn't see you there, are you OK?" he says with a shaky voice.

I am still shaking and frozen to the spot unable to utter a word. My vision starts to get blurry and I can't seem to understand whatever it is he is saying.

So this is what a panic attack feels like.

I begin to lose my balance as I fall into the hands of someone, the last thing I see before everything goes black are beautiful amber orbs.

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I wake up with a heavy headache, I try to get up but I feel a sharp pain in my chest and abdomen which makes me fall back to the bed, I groan due to the pain.

"What happened yesterday night and why am I in this room?", I thought to myself.

I gasp as what happened yesterday begins to flood in. Jax cheated, I stormed out of the apartment, I was drenched in the rain and I almost got hit by Mr. Arrogant which lead to a panic attack.

I realize I am no longer in my drenched outfit but in a cute pink pajamas. I sure hope he didn't change my outfit last night.

So he saved me, at least he isn't completely heartless.

My eyes roam around my surroundings, I'm in a pretty fancy room with different decorations all over the beige walls there's a huge chandelier hanging over the ceiling. The room is bigger than Jax's apartment and squeaky clean.

I could stay here forever but I really have to leave before Mr moody shows up.

I am struggling to get up when the door cracks open revealing the beautiful man in all his glory, with his trademark emotionless face.

I sit up straight as I try to hide my face with my hair which is stupid because he can still see me. I muster enough courage and look up to him with a big grin on my face.

I stand up and walk up to him, almost tripping in the process typical me. His hair is a beautiful mess probably due to brushing his hand through it severally, his eyes are the most beautiful things I have ever seen, I can feel the pounding of my heart in my throat as I try to speak.

"Thanks, um sir, for yesterday, I would be taking my leave".

I begin to head out but suddenly remember I am still in the pajama he gave me. I quickly turn to him. " Can I have my clothes back, I can't wear this out". I state with my voice a bit shaky. Dammit, this man is intimidating.

He turns to the closet and grabs neatly folded and clean clothes, he hands it to me and I immediately recognize it as mine. He stretches his hand out to hand it over but I can't help but stare at how defined his biceps are, he clears his throat and I blush deep red as I collect my clothes.

A question suddenly pops into my head and I decide to blurt it out. "Di-did you change me out of my clothes yesterday"?.

He looks at me in amusement and smirks. "What if I did?".

I look at him with my mouth hung open, I suddenly become shy due to the fact that he had seen me naked.

"Woah calm your tits woman, I didn't change your outfit, my maid did, I'm a billionaire remember?".

"Right, like you would miss a chance to see me naked." God did I just say that out loud?.

He scoffs. "I have got loads of women who I can see naked if I want to any day, so don't act all special, besides, you aren't even my type".

I roll my eyes. "Jeez I forgot how rude you are, and you aren't even my type too so whatever".

His eyes widen a fraction as he looks at me.

I shrug and smirk. "Not every woman wants to get in your pants sir, so suck it up. I mentally pat myself on the back, well done Sis.

He blushes in embarrassment and begins to head out of the room,"Get changed immediately and leave".He states stiffly and slams the door.

I chuckle, rude much? He's such a baby.

I really want to brush my teeth but I have no toothbrush. I put on my outfit and walk to the bathroom to wash my face, I stare at myself in the mirror for a minute and notice how messed up I am, jeez I could run away from myself.

My mind wanders to Jax and what he might be doing at the moment, I shake my head to clear any thoughts of him, I should forget him.

I quickly check my appearance in the mirror to make sure that nothing is amiss. When I am satisfied with my appearance, I walk out of the room.

No matter how irritating Mr. Moody is, I still have to offer my thanks.

I walked around the penthouse looking for him, I rounded a corner and almost bump into someone, who I realized was the housemaid.

I sigh in relief, "Good morning, please have you seen Mr. Henderson", I ask her. "Yes, but he left for work a few minutes ago".

I sigh in both relief and disappointment, since I don't have to deal with his grumpy attitude, and also I want to thank him so badly for showing concern. Most people would have "hit and run". Well at least I tried, and besides, I've got to pick my baby and grab a few things from the apartment Jax and I "shared".

I take a cab to our place and pray with all my heart that he isn't at home.

I get to our apartment a few minutes later, I give the grumpy driver a 20 as I get out of the cab.

I stand at the curb in front of what I used to call our home as I gaze up at it with tears brimming in my eyes, old memories begin to flood in which brings a smile to my face.

I realize how dumb I might be looking right now and wipe my tears immediately to prevent anyone from seeing me. He isn't worth my tears.

I creep slowly towards the door and search for the key under the flower pot, where we usually kept it. Thankfully it is there which means he isn't at home.

Unlocking, the door, I tiptoe slowly to our room to grab important things.

The apartment looks like there was a huge storm in it, leftover pizza boxes have been spread everywhere, plates have been piled up and left unwashed, and there are white substances on the floor. Ew, I wonder what he does in here.

Memories of the other night flashes across my mind, I shake my head to wipe the memory away and to prevent another round of tears.

I walk up to the bedroom still inspecting the mess in the house which I can't stand since am a bit of an OCD person.

I throw open the door as a wave of heat washes over me, I walk further into the room to see how messed up it is which leaves me disgusted.

I pack everything I would need, a few clothes, money, and other things, and not to forget my car keys. The rest I could come for it later, but now I need breathing space.

I cross-check to make sure I am missing nothing, I hear little sounds as I push the bedroom door with so much force and sprint out like a madwoman almost tripping in the process.

Christ! I thought he isn't home!.

I get to the door and throw it open without sparing a second to close it, I run to my car with enough speed, I fumble with the keys as I try to open the car. Dammit.

I finally open it and throw my stuff in the back seat. I open the door to the driver's seat and hop in, I start the engine as I speed away as fast as I can, away from his retreating figure.

Thank God I was fast enough because I am not ready to face the bastard and I don't know if I will ever be.