Aimed At You

Chapter 15

Fury and wrath was the only thing cursing through Lexie's veins. She wanted to rip out Vance's head, smash it, put it inside a blender, then throw it outside his building that he so vainly named after himself. How much more narcissistic can this man be?

Lexie angrily stomped inside the building a minute after Nathan left. She walked pass everyone and made her way to the top floor - Vance's office. When she got there, she was ready to yell at him until her voice breaks. She was surprised to see that he wasn't sitting on his chair that's as big as his ego. Instead, he was stood on the balcony, looking at the distant trees. 

"I thought you were busy, Lexie?" Vance said without glancing at her. She wondered how on Earth he knew she was there when she didn't even make a single sound. 

With as much venom as Lexie could muster, she spat, "You're an asshole." 

Vance turned to her, scowling. At the moment, he looked like a villain in a Disney movie. Except, he appeared too sinister for a children's film. "Excuse me?"

"All you do is sit here watching the grass grow, and talk to other miserable business men, yet you have the audacity to steal a thousand of Nathan's earnings?" She walked towards him, eyes shooting daggers. "You don't even do shit! Don't you think you're already rich enough? Why do you have to take that much from a really talented man who works his ass off just so he can pay the rent?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lexie. This isn't what we should be discussing."

Lexie scoffed, "Oh, so now that your work asset is gone, you want to talk?" Treacherous tears were threating to spill from her eyes. She always got emotional whenever she was angry, and to her, that made her weak. " Why didn't you actually try to talk to me when you almost shot me? Huh, dad?"

"I didn't mean to do that Lex-"

"Of course you didn't!" She exclaimed, flailing her hands in the air in frustration. "You never mean to do anything. You never even meant to have me, remember?"

Vance went silent. His face softened for a second as if the brave and stoic mask he always had on was slipping away. He seemed like his mind was racing, like he wanted to recite a whole speech. When he looked at Lexie again, he was back to appearing cold and emotionless. "You didn't have to leave home, Lexie."

"That isn't my home. Not anymore."

"It was when she was still here."

"Don't talk about her!"

"She would still be here if you weren't so-"

"Stop!"

Lexie sat on the black leather couch and covered her face with her small hands. She was sniffing, trying not to sob. Memories of that night unsolicitedly flashed in her head, making her relive the worst night of her life. She tried her hardest to forget it, but no amount of pretending could ever take away the pain that night caused her - the hole it left in her chest that could never be fixed. 

After what felt like an hour, she stood up and faced Vance. "Stop taking Nathan's money."

"Don't tell me what to do, Lexie."

"No, I think I will. Take his money again, and I swear I'll never go back here. Let's see if you'll still have customers by then."

She turned her back and walked away. Vance called out her name, but at the moment, all she could hear was the loud pounding of her heart. In her 20 years of existence, she never once spoke that way to her father. She always zipped her mouth even when she wanted to yell at him and curse him a hundred and fifty-three times. That is until he almost shot her, and when she found out he takes Nathan's well-deserved money. She didn't even know why she was so pressed about that - she didn't know why she cared.