Chapter 23: Chapter 23

“ What is that supposed to mean? “ I ask out of utter confusion. My eyebrows raising up in a questioning manner.

“ Nothing. We’ll find that out with time. “ Lucas speaks, clearing his throat. Clearly hiding something from me.

“ Do you actually know what that means Lucas? Noah saw the video but turned a blind eye to it because he loves Sophia so much. He doesn’t even realize she is killing him, gradually, inch by inch. “ I exclaim.

Realization finally hitting me. He ignored that video, maybe because he thought that his love could change Sophia or maybe because he already knew he was drowning and couldn’t be saved.

Yet people have drowned, and have been saved from the brink of death. Why didn’t he try? For once at least.

But he was Noah Enrique after all. He deserves Sophia. They are a perfect match! The seer and the monster lived happily ever after while Cinderella’s heart was slaughtered, a reality.

I’m mad at Disney, got my expectations high.

I felt sad love

I felt bad love

Sometimes happy love (happy love)

Turns into giving up (giving up)…

Song: Mad At Disney by Salem Iles

Isn’t love a spark that ignites your heart?

Then why is my entire existence burning?

Isn’t love the most wonderful feeling?

Then why does it make me feel like dying?

Isn’t love butterflies in the stomach?

Then why are mine dead.

All I feel is spiders crawling, up and down. Leaving a nasty touch, his touch.

A sudden, overwhelming feeling washed over me, and I started hating my body, the skin that he put his lips on.

“ I loathe myself. “ I exclaim. Tears falling down, yet again.

“ Oh, no no-no. You just stopped crying. “ Lucas exclaims, getting frustrated by my weeping state. It was clear that he had never handled a heart-torn woman before.

“ You shouldn’t be the one crying! He is the asshole here, he is the one who cheated. What’s the reason for you to cry? You didn’t do anything wrong. “ He tried to explain, but it falls to deaf ears as I fail to understand his words of wisdom in a state of mind like this.

“ I just feel a lot of things right now. I want to feel completely numb. “ I speak, tired of this tyrannical emotion breaking me apart. I was in dire need to feel something else, just not this.

“ I know exactly what you want. Get up, we’re going out. “ He announces.

I look at him, with a questioning look on my face.

“ Where? “

“ Don’t ask questions, just get up. All I can tell you is, it’s gonna be one hell of a bumpy ride! “ He states, with hidden excitement and malice for something evil. The criminal glint in his eyes saying it all. A look that meant trouble.

I get up though, with no questions asked.

He drags me back to his car and ignites the engine. The engine roars and he speeds off, barely looking at the road. I clutch onto the seat belt.

“ At least tell me where we are going? “ I ask.

“ We…have a party to crash. Dress for the event. “ He says in a funny manner. The car abruptly coming to a stop.

I look besides to find a salon. Lucas drags me inside.

“ Dress her like a hot mess. “ He tells the woman and I eye him.

What is going on in his mind? The lady grabs me and lunges at me with all her different brushes. It take about an hour before we are finally done. I look in the mirror, and for a moment refuse to believe that’s me. I do look like a Hot Mess.

“ Isn’t…Isn’t this a little too revealing? “ I ask fidgeting with my hair, a little nervous in front of his hawk-like gaze.

My body seems to drown in his ocean eyes. He stares at me, moving his eyes up and absorbing in my whole figure. Completely lost in a trance-like state.

“ That’s the whole point darling. He gotta realize what he lost. Besides that are you okay with the dress? “ He asks, wanting to Know about my comfort.

I shake my head in a yes and he smiles gently.

“ Perfect. I’ve already paid. Let’s go. “ He says, taking me back to the car.

The car side is silent. I enjoy the peaceful nature the night has to offer. The car stops in front of a glamourous hall.

It is huge in size. Lights are spilling out, illuminating the dark. The music is bursting out of the hall. A typical moment of happiness, though at my expense. At the expense of my countless tears and my broken heart. How can he enjoy it like that? After breaking up with me in such a nasty manner. What the hell was love to him?

Some people don’t have a heart and it shows.

I wonder though, how do you make a stone beat?

“ This is now or never Emma. You have a lot of words and it’s time you get them all out. “ Lucas motivates.

“ You’re right! I have had enough of their shit. “ I exclaim.

I march straight forward but the guards stop me.

“ Miss, do you have an invitation? What is your name? “ They question, wanting to know if my name is on the list.

At the same time, Lucas tries to barge in, the guards run in his direction. Trying to stop him, and at the same time trying to save their job as Noah has vicious tendencies when it comes to people who slack off in their jobs.

I take that as my chance and ace towards the entrance, getting in we both conceal ourselves in the crowd. There I spot Noah, with a glass of champagne in his hands. Holding the drink, in a careless manner, the glass slightly bent. The liquid inside, twinkling, like little crystals.

His lips, upholding a smile.

It was time to get back for all the insults! It was time to get equal.

I marched towards him, snatched his glass of champagne, and threw it right on his face.

“ You are a dick! “ I exclaim. He looks taken back.

“ What are you doing here? “ He grits out, eyeing me sharply.

“ Don’t fucking get in something you won’t be able to handle. Leave. “ He barks, in a rough manner. Though his voice is low, so others may not hear.

Before I can reply back, Sophia arrives. Dressed in a black satin dress, her hair in a neatly tied bun. Looking extremely elegant and sophisticated. Whereas I am…. A hot mess. As Lucas stated, God why did I dress like that?

“ You’re one clingy bitch. He doesn’t want you. He literally disposed of you like used shit. “ She screams, bringing everyone’s attention towards the scene going on.

“ It’s not my fault if he likes trash. “ I mumble, not looking at her face.

“ What did you say? “ She launches at me. She grabs my hair and I yelp in pain.

In return, I throw another drink on her face. Her hair gets all wet, her dress ruined, he mouth wide open. She gasps in shock.

Her face consorts to one of anger, her facial expression changing. She raises her hand to hit me but before it can come into contact with me.

A masculine arm comes in-between. Holding her hand with a harsh grip, protecting me. I look back to see it is Lucas, who has my back.

“ Slut, remember how some men say they don’t raise their hands on women? “ Lucas questions in a dangerously intimidating voice. Not even using her actual name, but an insulting word.

His eyes hold an evil glint. His whole demeanor changing. Any evidence of the friendly Lucas is long gone.

“ I’m definitely not one of those men, and I definitely raise my hand on bitches. “ He growls.

In an instant, he raises his fist and punches Sophia right in front. His fist smacks her nose. Making her fall down, with an angle of 90, flat on the floor.

She holds her deranged nose and screeches in pain. Her nose continues to bleed and her sharp squeaky noise goes louder than the blasting music.

“ We’re done here, Emma. Let’s go. “ He announces. Grabbing me gently, yet with a little force. He takes me out.

We both get back in the car.

“ I need some alcohol. “ He remarks, turning the wheels towards a nightclub.

He leads me into the dark abyss. I join him in, the world of loud a noxious music, a place to forget everything and drown in the chaos of your own life.

He extends a drink towards me.

“ You need it more than me. “ He states.

“ But I am underage. “ I reply.

“ Who the fuck cares. Rules are meant to be broken. “ He states, slowly perishing in alcohol. I join him in his plunge.

Crying in the club by Camilla Cabello was being played on loud noise.

You think, that you’ll die without him. But you know, that a lie that you told yourself.

Song: Crying in the club by Camilla Cabello.

As I drowned in the glasses of alcohol, forgetting my count. My sense dulls down. The music lessons and my body aches.

I get up from the dance floor. Letting loose my body, swaying my hips in a seductive manner.

I get on with a guy on the dance floor. He puts his hands around my waist but before he can snake his hands around my body, I am pulled away.

“ That is enough. We’re going home. “ Says a drunk Lucas. He drank more than me, but due to high alcohol tolerance is able to maintain himself.

We get out and I realize he has to drive back home.

I look back at him and see that he isn’t that drunk. He is capable of driving. He picks me up bridal style and puts me in the back.

My eyes get drowsy and sleep overtakes me. Not knowing what happens next or how I’ll get home.

………………………………………………

I wake up, with a pounding headache. I slowly open my eyes, holding my sore head in my hands.

I groan in pain, it goes throughout my body. My stomach aches too.

A thought flashed into my mind. Did Lucas and I….

No, that can’t be. He isn’t interested in me.

I find my phone and call Lucas.

“ Did we have sex, last night? “ I bluntly ask, panic evident in my voice. This should not be happening.

“ You don’t remember.” He questions back.

“ No, I don’t. That’s why I am asking you. “ I complain.

“ If I say we did, would you regret it? “ He asks in his deep velvety voice.

“ Yes! I loved Noah. I still do. I don’t even think about you that way. I still love Noah after all the heartbreak! You’re not even in my mind. “ I reply, my words harsh.

“ Relax, I told you already. You’re not my type. I don’t even date girls like you, having sex is impossible. You don’t satisfy my taste. I like my girls a little curvy. So you can relax, nothing happened between us. “ He replies, his words feeling more like an insult. His voice sounding cold, losing the gentle touch it previously held.

Before I can ask more, he cuts the call. I get up and feel a sharp pain in my stomach going down to my abdomen. I’m never having alcohol again!

I do my mourning routine. I check the time and rush to make breakfast. After making breakfast I feed Tim.

I decide to switch on the TV, and the world collapses for me.

“ The famous Billionaire Noah Enrique along with his fiancé died in a car crash. Their bodies are yet to be discovered. “ The woman reports.

My whole body freezes, and the ordeal feels quite surreal. I blink my eyes, trying to distinguish between reality and lies.

Realizing this is not a dream, I rush towards my room and call Lucas, but his phone is switched off. Just now I talked to him. Why is his phone suddenly switched off?

What’s wrong?