ADDICTION {collab.}

- vol. 20 -

1308 words
Auroras pov
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I rushed into my room as soon as Kiari handed me the letter. Flopping onto my bed I rip off the envelope and take out the most intriguing piece of it 'To my Sonya' I murmur under my nose, shaking my head in disbelief "my? who do you think you are?" I half scoff half sigh. His name plays in my head over and over, bringing me back to all the good time we had. Even though we've known eachother for a week or few what we had a special connection that none of us could ever explain. I know he feels the same way... right? I hope he does... even after his soft, honeyed lips met those raspy... fake... ones... ugh this plastic blonde! How could she?! I bet even her hair is fake! My eyes started to roam through the written poems, Ivan dedicated to me, trying to distract myself "Я помню чудное мгновенье: передо мной явилась ты... (I keep in mind that magic moment: When you appeared before my eyes)" I titter quietly, shaking my head 'Ah Pushkin, you know me so well, russian bastard' I thought to myself, cracking a smile. His entire letter was written in Russian, making my heart skip a beat. No matter how good I've mastered English, Russian will always be my priority. After all I was born with this language. As I continue reading my smile never fades...

IVANS LETTER

Good morning/evening/afternoon, my rybka. I miss you so much, I hope you are okay, tucked in soft sheets, waiting for me to join you.

What are you doing in Egypt? Pretty sure it was brunettes choice. I know you too damn well, you would've chosen Italy either Malta, oh beautiful Malta. I will take you there one day, mark my words. Speaking of travelling, I believe you are having fun with my credit card. What is it? Lingerie? Dresses? Bloody hell if you don't look like Aphrodite by now, I'll teach you a lesson or two on how to properly spend my money. Surprised it's only 30,000€ not 250,000€, my modest Sonya.

I know your soul is raging and I am the one to light this fire up. I wish I could explain everything to you. The disgusting kiss you had to witness, my unhealthy coffee addiction and my alter ego I tend to hide from everyone. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry my Sonya. My heart aches every time I see your disappointed face. It plays in my head over and over. I know I messed up... I'll get on my knees, begging for your mercy, till the air in my lungs finishes and my knees bleed. I will plead with every inch of me, because you, Sonya, were the only light I've had in my life. I never took you for granted. The moment I entered that damned café I knew you would be mine. I saw that angel in you with the most pure and innocent soul, seeking for peace. You give without expecting something in return. You are the only person to stick to Selena's song "Kill them with kindness" and the first one to work in a coffee shop, hating the bitter taste of this hot liquid. I know practically every single detail about you, lord, how pathetic does that sound? But you on the other hand, only know my first name. I believe it's the time I introduce myself. Ivan Solovyov Viktorovich, born and raised in Russia. My father is the head of mafia and my mother was a musician. Why was? Well because my beloved dad murdered my mom, forcing me to watch and enjoy the scene. I was 12 back then... it was also the day I found out I had a step brother - Aleksander or Sasha, that's how I call him. He was 9, a striving soul I must say. Someone who acts and then only thinks, so unlike me. We are complete opposites, I suppose that's why my father loved me more, because I knew how to think, plan and get away with everything. As a child I was taught how to control my emotions and remain as cold and ruthless as I possibly can... My dad had planned my entire life from the beginning to the very end. The blonde you saw me with, is my future to be fiancé ah also one of his stupid decisions. Trust me this plastic bottle would never replace of you... haha I guess, my father had everything predicted... everything... apart from me falling in love with a doll like you. Ah my precious Sonya, I wish you knew how I truly feel about you. How my heart sings every time I think about you.

By the time you have finished reading this letter, my father will have found you. Goodness you've created so many problems but don't worry rybka, I'm already on my way to save you. I need you to follow the instructions I've written on the other side of the envelope. Once you are done, send a message to Vanessa. That's how I'll know you are alright. If not, then this moron of a dad, will pay for every little scratch he's left on your body.

I love you Sonya, yours truly Vanya.

Aurora's POV

Single tear rolls down my cheek as I murmur "I love you too". Suddenly I hear few gentle pounds hit the wooden door, followed whispers. I jump out of the bed, hiding on the balcony as Vanya insisted. Luckily, I notice my neighbours window was open, carefully I try to climb into their balcony, hiding behind the stool "There's no one inside, sir" I hear voices coming from my room "Check once more, I saw her walk in" someone replies. My heart is racing, I can hear it as if it's about to jump out of my chest. I try to calm myself down but it's already too late. Before I manage to realize what's happening, someone's hand was covering my mouth "Found her! she's here! bring the others! we are leaving!" The man shouted into his speaker, covering my eyes. I squirm around, getting out of his grip when I feel him scoop me up 'Fuck I'm not a toy!' "don't worry Regulus, we will take care of you" the man scoffs, throwing me on the ground as I whimper, biting my lip. Few other males approach me, sticking tape over my mouth while one of them squished my cheeks, bringing my face closer to his one "krasivaya suchka (beautiful bitch), I can see why this prick likes you" he chuckled and all I could feel, is his disgusting hands grop all over my body, tying me up. I kick him once, I believe I've managed to break his nose. Instant regret gets me as he slaps me. I whince in pain, while he swears endlessly. Everything happened so fast. In a split second the other man had me picked up, carrying my body somewhere, then again tossing me on the ground as I hit my forehead against the metal floor. My eyes were covered, however, I was convinced, they put me into a van and were about to leave. We all know this story has two ends and my heart quietly hopes it will be the one where Ivan rescues me.

FROM NARRATOR'S PERSPECTIVE

Ivan takes Nessa's phone, checking for new notifications "Nothing" he whispers "Fucking bastard!" then screams on top of his lungs, jerking the tiny stool from Rory's hotel room into the wall. Alek shifts and slowly approaches the unstable predator in front of him "I don't care if he's our dad, I swear if he lays his hand on this girl he's dead" he growls through his gritted teeth "We'll get her, trust me we will"