PARIS
--------“Paris, what do you mean by torture you for 20 years?” As soon as the words left from Alex, I realized I said it in front of him. Before things could get suspicious and it becomes evident that I am lying I said, “I meant hating me for all this time, you know how much I hate being hated upon.” I smiled sadly at him.
“Ah I see. My sensitive little baby sister, don’t worry, I will talk to Felix about this.” He ruffed my hair with a smile. I never want to be the reason Alex loses his best friend. No matter how much he tortured me, Felix always treated Alex like a sane person would their child. He took care of hm when he was sick, he would cook for him, make sure he slept on time, be his shoulder to cry on and turn the world upside down for him.
I know it was wrong of me to hit Felix but all the anger I had built up against him just rushed out. I could lose my job but I don’t care about that right now. I am capable enough of finding a work place for myself, if not then I might as well contact the modelling agencies that are desperate to have me.
Alex and Amanda just talked for hours and hours, smiling and fooling around as I typed out a few emails, I took a work from home leave for the day which Felix happily granted. I got a message from Mr. Gray asking if I knew anything about the scar on his face. After him asking that I realized I was wearing two rings on my hands, they may have scratched his face when I slapped him.
Carl Jung once said, “A healthy man does not torture others--- generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.” I took his word for it as a child because whatever happened to Felix in the first 7 years of his life must’ve traumatized him, it would’ve hurt him more than he could hurt me. I thought that and excused everything he did to me.
But I can’t seem to do that anymore. The excuse feels too old to be used now.
Often when people believe in someone, it takes a long time to lose the trust, it kills them to believe in something else. I just happened to be facing it not two weeks ago. It wasn’t just the humiliation on my first day it was the fact that he sent Rafael for this. I couldn’t believe he would do something like this for something so small, I had encountered Rafael only 3 times in my life, first time, when there were rumors about me losing my virginity to Felix’s rival. Second, when my parents died and third was a few weeks ago. Every time I have encountered him, I got 20 times closer to losing my sanity. For me, right now, Alex is the only thing holding me back from losing my mind.
“Paris?” Amanda called me. I looked up at her and smiled back to her small comforting smile.
“Can I ask you something sweetheart?”
“Sure Amie.”
“Why didn’t you tell Alex the truth?”
“Would you complain about a lion hunting a deer?”
“No.”
“I didn’t either. Felix is the lion running after me to hunt me down. I am only scared that if I stop running and hide, he will start chasing the rabbit. I can’t save myself and sacrifice the rabbit, so I’ll keep running, even if I get tired, even if I am on the verge of death. I will do my best, to save the rabbit.”
She sighed and said, “Stop running Paris, nothing will happen to the rabbit if you stop. The lion loves the rabbit.”
“You can’t say that here or right now. I know the lion loves the rabbit but the lion hates me more than it loves the rabbit. So, I am not sure if I can stop.”
“Don’t end up dying. Okay?”
“Don’t you think it is better that I do end up dying? What would you prefer? Life that can be considered hell or a death you prepare for yourself?”
“I don’t know. But I hope that something or someone will turn your hell of a life around.”
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After I was sure that I could leave the hospital, I made my way to Joshua’s house to return their bike. I was embarrassed that I asked such a big favor from strangers. There was something about Josh’s parents that felt. . . known? Something about them felt similar. I couldn’t point a finger to it but there was something that made me feel close to them. As if a piece of them was around me in my life but I didn’t notice.
“Thank you so much sir.” I thanked Mr. Knight for the bike. He smiled at me and nodded. He probably doesn’t talk much.
“Sweetie! Lunch is served.” Mrs. Knight screamed from the entrance. “Oh! Paris. Dear would you like to join us for lunch?”
“Uh, no thank you ma’am. I have to return to work.”
“My! My! Darling, don’t work so much, you’ll get sick. Come on in, eat and go back to work. I am not taking no for an answer now.” She held my hand and led me inside. Joshua was in his room, playing video games and eating.
She helped me to the dinning table. Their house was marvelous. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in their living room. The interior and exterior looked really expensive. The floor almost looked like it was made out of glass. They had a ballroom and swimming pool that could fit my apartment in a corner of it and still look big.
“Here darling. Eat up.” Mrs. Knight handed me a plate full of lasagna.
“Ma’am this is too much. I can’t even eat the half of this.”
“Sure, you can!”
“Ma’am please. I am not used to eating much.”
“Okay! Explains why you’re so thin.” She pouted and took the plate away.
After lunch, I stayed with them for a while and we just talked like a child would with their parents. It felt like I was talking to mom dad. I looked at my watch and realized I only had 30 minutes till the last meeting for the German dealers started. Thankfully the tree of Paris was just 5 minutes’ walk from here. I bid them all a goodbye and walked towards the tree and took my car from there. I rushed towards the office and reached within 15 minutes. The files were all perfectly fine. I rushed till Mr. Gray’s office. “The . . . files. . .. for. . .. today’s …. meeting…. Give…… to……. Mr.………. Hernan……” My head dropped at his desk as I caught my breath. I tried to talk properly but running up from the ground floor to the 19th floor because you basically have no time is the worst kind of torture.
“Wow kid. Here, drink up.” Mr. Gray handed me a bottle of water. “T-
“Just drink.”
I showed him an okay sign with my hand and gulped down almost all of the water. “Slowly. You’ll end up choking if you force it all in.”
I nodded my head and continued to drink the rest of the water.
“Sir.” Mr. Gray stood up out of nowhere, scaring me to death. I choked on water and coughed my f---ing guts out.
I looked back as soon as I caught my breath and I gasped as I saw the scene in front of me.
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?”
PARIS--------“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?” I screamed when I saw Felix with a million scars all over his face. He had bruises and cuts everywhere. He looked like a wreck. As if he just got beaten up by a psychopath. I don’t know what came over me that I took ahold of his hand and dragged him towards his office.“Sit.” I instructed.“Ms. Mar-“Felix! Shut up and sit your ass down.” I glared at him, he looked taken aback but in the end he did as I said. I grabbed the medical box and pulled out all the necessary material to clean his wounds. They look fresh but also old. Approximately around half a day old. He hasn’t cleaned them up till now. Does this man even shower?“Yes, I shower! I just didn’t wash my face and the blood was already dry by then.” I did often doubt that he was a vampire.“I am not a fucking vampire Paris you are speaking your thoughts.” He rolled his eyes then winced because he has a cut right next to his eye.“Felix what happened?”“Why are you concerned?”
FELIX-------After that day in the hospital, I realized one thing, Paris didn't hate me. She despised me. She hated my guts. I granted her a work from home for half day because I did not want her to see what happened the other night. She doesn't need to know about it. She's way too sensitive to take it. I do know she is strong. But I don't want her to pity me. I also know that she is kind.The concern in her eyes when she saw my face just showed how much she still cared about me. If anything, I felt shitty about myself and how I pained her. I don't know any other way to make her hate me. The people I hate the most used the same technique with me and I wouldn't want to see their face anymore.I don't know what happened to me that my hands instantly wrapped themselves around her waist and tears flowed out of my eyes. Every emotion I ever buried inside me was now coming out in the form of tears. Ever since that moment of affection my body craved her more and more. The warmth of her bod
PARIS---------It had almost been a month since Alex's accident. Felix had disappeared for 10 days; I was a little worried but then Alex told me that he does that sometimes.He disappears for a few days like me and returns when he feels alright. I somewhat blamed myself for his disappearance. He disappeared after he asked me to forget about that night. Did he want me to reply to what he said that night? What am I doing to him, he asks? What do I say to that?I was comforting him... nothing else. Was I wrong to be there for him? Did he want me to push him away? Or did he- no. no. that's not possible. He hates me. He didn't want me to kiss him, right? He didn't. Of course! He didn't. He was just tricking me. Messing with me. God that mother-----.Amanda was torturing herself by drinking milk every time she craved alcohol. She was dying because of her cravings for drugs and alcohol. She almost booked tickets for Vegas to get drink and high."I don't give a fuck if I die of these cravin
PARIS--------- "Ari what happened?" "I don't know. He winced at something and then hung up the phone. I can't reach him anymore." I panicked at the thought of Felix being hurt. He had suffered enough in his life to go through something more. All of us stood up in a instance and walked out of the room towards my car. I got inside the driver's seat and rushed towards the company. Although alot of people knew Felix existed and many women tried to throw themselves at him, he had never touched anyone of him. Felix was a mystery to everyone. For the first time I felt rushes of anxiety in my veins as my sweaty hands held onto the steering wheel, hoping that he was fine. Hoping that Felix wasn't in a difficult situation. After seeing the bruises on his face that day, there has been a constant nag in my mind telling me, there is something wrong. It didn't take alot of time to reach the company. I rushed to the top without caring about anything. My feet hurt as I climbed the staircase one
FELIX-------“Alex no.”“Feel, please.”“I’ll get her a job but not as my assistant.”“But I don’t trust people, you’ve seen Paris, she’s a total man attracter, 3 of her bosses have tried to get sexual with her and 7 of them have molested her. Please Felix, Paris can’t live without a job and she can’t even work for perverts. I don’t trust other people around her. You’ve hated her all your life and you don’t mix personal and professional life. Please hire her.” My best and only friend kneeled in front of me with tears in his eyes as he recalled the sexual assaults on his sister by the men and women who were her bosses. Paris Martin, God save me. Paris was the clumsiest silliest and weirdest lady to exist. She lived as if there was no tomorrow but studied as if there was no today.Paris was like an ocean, beautiful, carefree, deep, she gave life to those around her, she was scary yet the kindest person alive. She was naïve yet somehow always had a sarcastic comment to make. She was onl
FELIX------It had been a week since Paris, Rafael and I had that encounter outside the library. I was so quick to assume Paris was late that I didn’t even try to listen to her. The security guard had to tell me that she was actually an hour and half earlier than I was, I didn’t even notice the clean office, arranged files and the coffee in her hand. I was too busy trying to be rude to her. Later on, I was told there was a camera and a recorder in my office other than the ones we install.Only one person could do something like this, as soon as I realized this I rushed to see if Paris was okay. If there was one person, she feared, it was him. I was right, he was standing in front of her using my name to hurt her.Rafael was asked to scare Paris but then I found out he traumatized her, so I fired him. I wanted Paris to believe I absolutely loathe her, if I don’t then. . . Well, she could die.I haven’t seen or heard from Paris since then. No one has. Alex thinks she is just taking a s
PARIS----------After I returned to work, I had decided I wouldn’t let Felix scare me anymore. I wouldn’t let him traumatise me any more than he already had. He wouldn’t be the reason behind my pain. If he can’t make me happy, he shouldn’t try to make me upset. I was surprised when he asked me if I was okay. I wanted to scream in his face about how much he hurt me. I wanted to cry, slap him, beat him up until he was bleeding from every part of his body but then I realized, I am not him.I am not a heartless monster; I never will be. I guess he realized the change in me. Maybe that’s the reason he is making me work so much, to see a bit of emotion from my side, but he won’t. Around him, I feel nothing. Not pain, not relief, nothing.I was nothing other than his assistant.Today he made me work till 2:30am because the ---hole didn’t want to be alone all night. I walked out of the company; it was a deserted street at the moment with very few people. I had left my car at the tree of Par