Ashley
I woke up and looked at the time. 7 AM. Correct time, because the flight is at 10.
I got off the bed and went to get fresh. I don’t know what I am feeling anymore. I am kind of numb because of everything but I also know that I will be fine. I have to find Lara too, but that can be done once I get away from him and find my peace of mind.
I knew I was ignoring the tears and the hurt inside me, but at least for now, I have to do this.
I went to the airport at 9:45 after getting ready. I took everything and checked out and reached the place. I was early, but I had nothing to do in that hotel!
I remembered Chris. I mean… not remembered but suddenly it flashed on me. Is he okay? Well… I don’t know why I am thinking about him either!
I shrugged my thoughts. I should now think about myself, that is what is most important right now. It is gonna be just me and my sister.
I went inside and sat in my seat. I looked out of the window. I remember him holding my hand last time when we traveled. I remember everything and it sucks. How can I forget him when literally everything reminds me of him? I closed my eyes and thought again the same thing, did he really never love me?
I decided to stop thinking and just sat there.
I opened my eyes after a long time. I realized that I had slept. It was 1. I was completely frustrated. I decided. Of course, he never loved me or why would he let me go like this?
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11 hours later
The flight came to a halt finally and I got out. I don’t know if it is just me or everyone gets so tired after a flight! I just wanted to lay down and sleep even though I had already slept, but it was midnight and it would have been really good if I could just lay down here and sleep!
I went to my house. I cleaned my room, a little you know, and laid down. It is good that I have no memories of him here. It is somewhere I can find peace at least. I know this house haunted me earlier, but you like to get beaten by a scale if the other option is a stone.
I have almost learned how to live with all these memories and I think I just can’t convince myself to accept that Vincent didn’t love me. I would rather forget all that.
I accepted everything that happened to me in this house. Yeah, I do remember but really, I am kind of over it. But this new pain? I don’t think I am strong enough to endure it too.
I slept after that.
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Vincent
I saw her walk out of the door and I kept sitting because I knew I couldn’t stop her. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I know if I did stop her, I would have to explain to her and I know I can’t do this no matter what. I have to go on the way I am going right now.
All I have to do this, make her sign the divorce papers. Then my work will be completed. I know this sounds insane for now and maybe I have hurt her a lot but I don’t have a choice! I hope she can understand that my love wasn’t fake. I hope she knows that I have a reason for my cruelty.
I tried to do that by reminding her of who I was and thus, what were my responsibilities and what kind of people I deal with but I doubt if she even got the idea that I was trying to tell her the truth.
I got up and called them.
Those guys. The same guys who called Ashley back when she was forced to say ‘I hate you’ to me. I kinda forgot about them but when I remembered, I looked into them. Then I knew how dangerous they were.
They wanted this. They wanted me to find out how suspiciously they contacted Ashley. They wanted all that to happen the exact same way it did. And I can’t do anything even though I am the biggest mafia. Because we all bow down in front of something. There is something that scares me too. There is something that can also make me do anything because everyone has their fears.
“Hello” they picked up the call.
“Hm,” I hummed. I don’t feel like speaking a word to them. I know now. Hurting someone you love is worse than hurting yourself. I am almost crying and this is… so weird. I don’t cry.
“Well, did you do it?”
“Hm”
“Good. You know the plan”
“Hm”
“Speak something Vincent or we will not leave your Ashley capable of speaking anything”
“I do. I know the plan”
“That’s good. We’ll catch you later”
The call ended. I don’t know how long can this all go on like this.