NINTH FLOOR | 18+

XX. F E A R

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R U B E N
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Fear is a manipulation. It's an illusion. It's embedded into my very existence, runs in my blood like a hit of the finest drug. It started when I was eight and saw my dad bruise my mom's pale skin a nasty violet. Then, it was when I saw my sister being sculpted into the very existence of what my mom was presently. Fear became such a good friend of mine, that I had simply forgotten that it was also my enemy. It wore the smile of a stranger but still managed to creep into my soul, darkening my very being into who I was today.

But, as I saw the look in her eyes I knew exactly how she felt. I know that look so very well. It is the look in the mirror of that eight year old who had seen his "perfect" family fall apart so easily.

She was afraid and I saw the blurring golden lights caress her from the upcoming car, I could feel myself fall apart in the same cycle of fear. I had to save her because if I didn't, I knew I wouldn't be able to save myself and that fact would actually kill me.

Violette closed her eyes as she let the rustling of her heavy heart take over the fear that so wanted to befriend her. She was letting herself go.

My tongue bladed my lips as I screamed for her to move, throwing myself onto the road alongside her. She couldn't give up so easily when I was fucken alive.

My hands reached for hers as the honking and screeching of the cars on the busy road argued against my actions. I could hear the yelling of the guards waiting by my car but as my hands finally clamp around her waist, everything else seems to no longer matter.

Her back crashes flush into my front as I wrap my hands around her completely, pulling us both quickly to the free lane of the road. As both of our bodies come crashing down onto the wet black cement, I let myself close my own eyes to catch the moment that moved too fast.

I had her in my arms and yet I could feel the lurking black emotion trying to corrupt my mind so confidently.

"Boss." I hear the voice of one of the guards, but refuse to acknowledge him as my mind replays the look in her sea blue eyes, begging for me to come take her.

I feel cold hands near her and immediately jerk my eyes open in alert. No one was fucken taking her from me. I see the same guard that was calling for me, trying to reach out for her limp body in my arms.

"We have to see if you're okay, boss." I avoid him as my eyes drop down to her body in my arms. She hasn't muttered a single word with that feisty tongue of hers and it fucken bothered me more than it should have. I wanted her to fight me like she always did and now as she remains silent it annoyed me.

"Violette." I whisper gently even though a storm of rage is whirling inside of me.

When she doesn't answer, I whisk her burgundy hair from her face to find her eyes closed shut from everything around her. Her feisty shark tongue closed behind her pink lips and the once blushing rosy cheeks of her were grown a light pale.

"She's just unconscious boss, probably from shock."

"We are going home." I whispered gently, afraid I'll break her by simply raising my voice.

"Okay, we'll pull the car around. Do you want me to carry her?" I don't answer him and he quickly takes the hint.

Gently pulling her into my arms, I sighed as her head dropped into the corner of my neck. Reminding myself that she was safe, I headed towards the open car door.

"We'll meet you there, boss." The two guards said as I slipped into the leather seat of the car, placing her carefully into my lap. 

I cupped her cheek into the palm of my hand, hoping I could get her to open her eyes just this once. She wasn't what come people called the calm of the ocean, Violette was the very resemblance of the lurking storm itself. She was ready to engulf you in her where you could only feel her and her only.

The busy streets of New York faded along with the tall buildings as I held her, every now and then looking down to make sure she hadn't faded into the background.

As the car swerved into the parking garage, I slowly brought her back into my arms and opened the car door.

The isolated car garage was dead silent like it usually was besided the echoing sounds of the car doors opening and closing with the guards in it. As the elevator came into view, I waited for one of them to push the button.

"Do you need us up there with you boss?" He asked calculatingly.

"No, but call the doctor." I answered back before stepping into the elevator and waiting for the arrival of my floor.

Her breathing overtook the little chiming of the elevator music as I pulled out of the tiny mechanical box into my housing.

Not caring about the buzzing alarm, I directed myself towards my bedroom. The door was wide open and I gently placed her onto the sheets before removing my suit and tie off. Her forehead creased from what could only be her thoughts as I gently knelt beside her. Fluttering the tips of my fingers on her, I waited for the creases to relax.

"You're safe Violette." I whispered, hoping she can also be mine.

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I'm absolutely tired after my workout and trying to finish homework, but enjoy. It's unedited so feel free to let me know of any changes needed to be changed. AND I know it's not the best but I have the worse case of not being able to write at the moment. :/

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