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?”
“Just because you despise me doesn’t mean I do too. Now. What. Happened?”
“Nothing I just ran into someone I didn’t want to run into.”
“Classic.”
I cleaned his wounds up, wincing every time my shaky hands pressed too much, Felix on the other hand was calm. He had scars, bruises and cuts everywhere. His knuckles had burns on them, as if someone used a lighter on his hand, slowly burning his skin. He looked like a victim of gang abuse. I couldn’t think of one person that would dare to do this to Felix.
“All done.” I closed the box after keeping the clean material back in and stood up. I felt a tug on my hand when I tried to walk away, soon I was pulled to his lap. I stared at him with astonishment, I never expected this from Felix.
“Please. Stay like this for a minute.” He wrapped his hands around my neck and snuggled his nose in my neck taking I the scent of my perfume. I heard him curse under his breath as his lips slowly came in contact with my neck. They were just there, nor did he attempt to pull back and nor did he try to kiss me. I felt something cold hit my skin after a minute. Water? It took me a moment to realize that he was crying. Felix’s body was slightly shaking as he bled water from his eyes. In this moment he only seemed like a little kid that is hiding behind a cruel mask. If anything, it made me pity him. To be someone you are not, in order to survive is the worst possible thing. To betray yourself to save yourself is a big step to take.
He continued to silently cry for hours. He was now shaking vividly and my shoulder was completely drenched. My hand made its way to his head and I just patted his hand again and again. Repeating four words, whispering them to him. “It will be okay.”
He probably realized what he was doing long ago, that didn’t stop him, if anything the actions of affection from me only made him more comfortable in my arms. His body held no warmth. I felt as if I was hugging a mannequin, Although, from his hold on me I could make out that this was his first-time hugging someone for this long.
His rough hands held my stomach as if I was to disappear if he let go of me. He seemed so scared I forgot all the torture he put me through. He couldn’t let go of me. No matter what happened.
Suddenly a knock was heard on the door. I slowly made him lose his grip on me and looked at his face. His tears acted like salt on all his wounds as they covered most of his face. I took the box of tissues and wiped his face. He removed his blazer and placed it on my shoulder when he saw me shiver. Okay maybe he was pretty warm, the room was cold.
“Come in.” He cleared his throat.
After a few seconds Mr. Gray and a small boy entered the cabin.
“Felly uncle!” He cheered as he approached Felix. Who held him in his hands with a new found glow and smile on his face? I am confused. “Mike! My boy, youre growing up so fast.”
“Uncle. You promised me ice cream. I want chocolate chips on wallel cone.”
“Wallel?” he questioned the little baby that played on his lap with his avenger. The boy looked around and then noticed me. “Uncle is this lady yours?”
“Her?” he pointed at me and the little kid nodded.
“No. She isn’t. She works for me.”
Suddenly the boy stood up from Felix’s chair and ran towards me. “Ma’am. Can you be my girlfriend? I will grow up and take over uncle’s company. I will keep you happy.” He said with such pride in his eyes. I chuckled at his proposal and he looked at me with a pout. I squatted down to his level and said, “Is it now? Alright then.”
“Mike. Think about it first. This lady throws a lot of tantrums.” Mr. Gray who now actually was my only friend told him. “Papa, Mama told me, when you love someone, their anger, their pain, their tantrums and everything about them makes you love them more. I want that with her.” He smiled widely at me and asked, “Will you come with me? We can get ice cream.”
“Uh. . .” I looked at Mr. Gray and Mr. Hernandez, they both had a very stunned look on their face. It surprised me how a kid as small as him knew so much. “Mike, why don’t we all go get ice cream in a while?” Mr. Gray saved me the embarrassment. I owe this dude my life.
“Okay papa.” The little munchkin jumped in happiness and left the office with his father.
***
“Paris!” the employees called me as I made my way out of the office. It was already 7pm, it would get hard if I left any later to meet Alex.
“Uh, yes?”
“Want to come to the club with us?”
“I would love to but I have to see my brother, he’s in the hospital at the moment. Sorry.” I escaped from there before they could blackmail me more.
I soon made it to Alex’s room. The hospital now had a fixed bed for Alex which they only used when an emergency or when Alex was admitted. I am pretty sure this is Felix’s doing but whatever.
Today was really weird. I don’t know what came over Felix that he decided to cry on my shoulder for 2 straight hours.
Before I could enter the room, I was pulled away from there and dragged to a silent corner. The person pinned me to the cold white wall and looked inside my eyes with desire and lust mixed.
I wasn’t able to recognize them for a minute but my eyes widened in astonishment when I realized who he was. Perfectly groomed beard, sharp jawline, taller than fucking Burj Khalifa, blue eyes and olive skin. I know only one person with such features.
FELIX?
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
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 mig