~Magnolia Knight~As his warm lips crash unto mine, he automatically garbs my waist to pull me closer to him. He is soft and gentle, as his lips search contact with mine, but in the back of my mind the only image I have is Jace. The face of him smiling weakly at me.
This sets me completely of guard and the only reflexe I have is to push Elijah away from me. I breath heavily as I close my eyes to try and forget what happened just now. I betrayed him. Elijah garbs my face in his hand to make me look at him, but I stumble back, my alcool glass in one hand while my other hand slightly grazes my lips. He looks so confused at what just happened, and he is about to ask what he did wrong, but I interrupt him.
"I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have..." I whisper, before turning on my feet and walking away of him in a fast pace. I hear him call my name, but I ignore it and keep on walking.
You fucking betrayed Jace, Magnolia... how could you ?I feel as tears slowly trickle down my cheeks, but this time I let them do and finish my new drink in one go, resulting in a burning feeling in my throat. I toss my empty glass aside and start to walk upstairs to find a bathroom that isn't occupied, so I could lock myself inside for a few seconds to calm down and digest what the fuck I just did. He is your brother's best friend and a fucking Mafia boss. Gosh, why do I always get involved with people I really shouldn't ? I stumble a little when I reach the bathroom and slam the door shut with a little more force than I should have.
I grab the sink with my hands, while putting all my weight on it and take a look at my face that is completely smudged with mascara. A feeling of dizziness washes over me, making me nearly fall over, but I weakly grab the sink in time. I blink a couple of times to try and get this nauseous feeling away, but I have no chance. Something isn't right. I shouldn't feel so dizzy, not after the few drinks I had. There already has been nights where I would have way more to drink than now, and still I never felt like this...
I take a deep breath and splash some cold water onto my face, but slowly my vision becomes more and more blurry, making it nearly impossible to distinguish the things that surround me. As I want to move the hair out of my face, my hands feel numb and I can barely even lift my hand up to brush a strain of hair out of my face, as if it was impossible to make a simple movement. This isn't right.
"Magnolia ?" A voice yells on the other side of the door and it looks like the person tries to open the locked door. "Please open up ! Are you okay ?" Now I distinguish the voice as being the one of Elijah. I sigh in relief, because for a second I though someone was trying to kidnap me or hurt me. It takes me a couple of tries to try and unlock the door and once I do, I lose complete control of my body making me crash down towards the floor. Luckily, Elijah catches me in his arms in time to avoid of me getting hurt.
"Goodness, we should get you out of here" he mumbles and I want to reply to him that he should get me to my brothers, but my mouth doesn't cooperate and it only comes out as a whimper. My mind is clear and the thoughts are running through like crazy but it seems like my brain is completely disconnected to my body. The only reasonable explanation for me to react like this is that someone must have drugged me . But who did it ? The drug must have been in the last cup of mine...
Elijah picks me up bridal style and starts walking down the stairs in a rushed manner. I hear him utter some words, I don't know if they are addressed to me, to someone else or maybe even to his phone. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I fight to keep them open, because my gut tells me that something bad is about to happen. But on the other hand, everything feels so heavy and I just want to sleep, to rest my mind and my tired body. Well the bad thing is maybe already happening.
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Their Shattered Angel
Teen FictionTHIS BOOK NEEDS TO BE EDITED ! Living in a hell hole with her abusive foster parents and older brother is all she knows. Magnolia Cambell's body is covered in scars of her past and her present, as she tries to fight her way through life. She thinks...