Shawn looked paled, Blake looked worst and he wondered how he would look. If he had been with her, if he had protected her like he promised, this would never have happened, they would both be at work, she’ll still have those beautiful smile on her face.There was this feelings eating at his insides, he couldn’t even understand what it was, Shock?, Loneliness?, Pain?, Anger?, Regret? or all of them.Shawn walked to him, patting his back, trying to comfort him, but he did know one thing, he didn’t want sympathy, he shrugged Shawn’s hands off.Rage. That’s what he felt. Oh, the mother fucker, Shefung. He was already a corpse. He walked out of the hospital, this time Shawn and Blake didn’t follow, a part of him was glad that they understood that blood was what he was thirsty for and it would be a unfortunate incident if he ended up pouring his rage on them.He drove pass the speed limit, not caring about the car he bumped into on his way or the car glasses he broke with his reckless driv
One day turned to two and the days turned into weeks. one month gone and still no change. she never showed any sign of waking, her body had healed but it was left for her mind to- the doctor said. But with each passing day, he had lesser hope , she might just never wake up. Shawn called her the sleeping beauty. If only a kiss could wake her.He spent most of his evenings in the hospital, talking to her about his business, about his day and every other thing that went on in the company, she had begged him for all these but he was a fool, he thought he was protecting her, little did he know that he wasn't. Everyday when he had said everything on his mind, only silence greeted him back, he felt like a crazy man talking to himself. But he could feel the change in him, he was only satisfied by blood, he spoke less, more action and how the spanish's had suffered it, a month ago, he was feared by many but now he was a terror to all and he didn't even care. He spoke less to Shawn and Bla
(AMELIA)She heard every word he said, his voice was the only thing that rang in her sub-consciousness. The darkness engulfed her and all she could think about was him. Every day he came from work he told her the crazy things that happened- in the underground business and even in Neon Fashion Trends. He had also told her that he loved her and things couldn't and would never be the same in her absence, she tried her very best to break through, she wanted to tell him that she could hear him and that she didn't want him to leave her alone because whenever she was left alone she felt so hopeless and strangely empty. But when she tried speaking, no words came out and she was left in the sea of emptiness.But this time it was different, when he begged her to show a sign, a sign that she was still alive, she reached out, there was this desperation in her, she had to tell him that she was still alive, that she didn't want him to leave, but when she tried speaking, still no words escaped
"You think I'm the foolish one?, I know what you love Matteo and I do know that you would eagerly risk you men's lives to save your throat, yeah, I know you're that a coward, but do you know what I would have done if I were you?, Well if I were you, I would kiss my uncle good bye" Xavier said as he cut the call.He clicked the remote button with a wide smirk on his face.The bomb had gone off and every single thing in that warehouse would be burnt to the ground. Sweet, sweet revenge.*Finally he gathered the courage to go sleep in the room he and Amelia had shared. She didn't deserve any of this, but loving a person like him was a risk she eagerly wanted to take. He would have loved to contact her friends, tell them what had happened, maybe all she needed was her friends closer to her, maybe all she needed was her old life back, but on her phone list they were only workers in Neon Fashion Trends and a few others- all he knew, they were no friends or unknown number on her lists. Mayb
It rang only once before Luke answered the call."Amelia, is that you?" The man on the other line called out in surprise and Xavier couldn't help but feel the pang in his chest. if only he was enough for her, if only she knew that he was willing to do just anything for her to wake, Even if it meant this."It's Xavier. Amelia's husband"The line went silent for a while. "Amelia's husband?, Mel is the one married and all of a sudden Amelia disappears, where the hell is Amelia and what have you done to her..."She hadn't told anyone, he realised. He shouldn't have called, so he cut the call back retreating to the room he once shared with Amelia. Her scent was faint... almost non existent.He had caused all this, she never wanted to marry him, if he would have just let her go, let her grieve her father... maybe this wouldn't have happened.Mel. He wondered who Mel was, Amelia never once talked about her, maybe because she didn't want to endanger any of them, but he wished she did, he wish
Xavier sat in his bar, waiting for Blake who had managed to catch one of Matteo's men snooping around in the club.He tried taking is mind off her, even if it was for a few minutes, thinking of all the things he could do to the spy when Blake arrived instead.But then a lady walks up to him, he was getting irritated with this all, he was tired of telling them over and over again that he wasn't interested, looking up to tell her to repeat what he had told the others who approached him, he noticed that he did recognised her face, how could he not, she gave good sex, she had been his best for years till Amelia, but seeing her only made him feel more angry, he had cheated on Amelia with her, with Amelia in the same house.He recalled her name, Trisha."What do you want?""I think we should talk""There is nothing to talk about, what ever went on between us is over, i'm married, I have a wife now" he said in a bored tone."I heard she's in coma now..."His jaw tightened, he hated that sh
(AMELIA's POV)It's like memories flashing past her eyes, in the void of emptiness, it's all she could hold on to, those few good memories she never knew she still had, memories of two good friend, it had been her and Mel against the world, they loved each other and she couldn't help but wonder what changed, how two best friends could become closer to worst enemies. She missed those days, those days when she was allowed to wear her regular clothes and visit Granny Fashion, the days she was surrounded by friends, good friend, those days she would laugh with Mel and Luke she could be her real self, not trying to hide her own past. Still yet she had no regrets for the decision she had made, even if it had been a tough road, she would do just anything to have him to herself, Shawn also had been more than a brother to her and Blake had kept her company a few times, he had actually spoken to her once in the hospital and it was so sad that when he finally did speak, she could give no respon
It was over, she hadn't been able to tell him the truth, this had been her last chance, now it was all over, she was going to live a lie. Her whole life would be a lie and she might never be able to tell him her biggest secret. The thought alone caused a shudder down her spine, All his life he hated deceivers, he had closed up his heart, afraid that it would be broken and she just couldn't be the one to cause him all that pain over again. It was like life was making a mockery of her. Day and night she had hoped to hear such words from him, but she never did and finally he said it all, his words were filled with so much emotion that they had piereced right into her heart, she wanted to hear it over and over again, but his words had also weakened her, she had finally made up her mind that she would be telling him the truth and she couldn't help but feel disappointed in herself. How could she tell him that she was no better than Debby he fell in love with, that she too had decieved him a