yours and mine - mason mount

forty-two

Ella's POV:
My hands feel the hot water run along my skin making me avert my gaze, and turn it off. I look back up to see if she's there or if my mind is just playing tricks on me. There she stands, in a suit, her hair curled, and with heels on. The light flickers reminding me I shouldn't be here. She scoffs before laughing and walking toward me.

My body freezes, not knowing what to do or how to move, I look through my side and see her applying lipstick, reality kicks in but her voice stops me before I even take a step. "Miss me? I know Mason did. You know I really didn't think he'd show up to defend me, but here he is," I look at her, she has her index finger rubbing the gloss to clean up any mistakes.

"Miss you? How could I miss the person who almost killed me? If I have to remind you he's the one who put you behind bars, because he absolutely can't stand you," raises her eyebrows taken back. Before she says anything I walk out, leaving her alone. Mason notices my distressed face rushing over to me.

"What happened, it looks like you've seen a ghost," he says grabbing my forearms. "It was worse, I saw Chloe in the bathroom..." I say making his eyes widen before stirring in his words. "W-wh-what? What did she say?" he takes us to a secluded area calling John over, indicating it could be used as more evidence.

"She came out, very well dressed, elegant I might say, and she was just being herself. Trying to say that if I missed her, that Mason only came here to support and defend her, it's quite entertaining," I say, Mason scoffs shaking his head and looking over at John who's writing notes. 

"It's clear that she still needs help, it's scaring me how quite obsessed she is with me. I just want her out of our lives, be free from her," he sighs, clearly upset at the encounter. "She wasn't supposed to make contact with you till the sitdown. That's what her team and court said, so in that case, it shows a lot" John spoke up.

Mason and I share a look clearly unaware of that. We wait a little longer before they privately call us back. The room is cold and dull, a clear scenery out of a movie. I rub my arms in an attempt to get rid of nervousness, but Mason holds me tight by the waist.

"Ms. Ella Romano, follow me, please!" a tall physic woman security guard approached me guiding me through the hall before setting us down in the interrogation room. I set my small handbag on the table, crossed my legs, and sat there. They offered me beverages or snacks but I politely declined, knowing I'd throw up. My apple watch rings, a message from Mason.

Mason 💙
I'm staring right at you, we were lucky to get here before them. Remember our promise, I love you baby!

Before I get the chance to text back, Chloe walks in smirking as they place her in the seat in front of me. The handcuffs locked in, makes me feel safer. I thank the guard, scolding myself inwardly as I should've taken the offer of a coffee. I clear my throat, to which she just stares.

It's uncomfortable and the air is uneasy... my right leg bounces up and down waiting for her to talk. She was the one who requested, why so quiet now? In a swift moment, we lock eyes, making me see the actual evil in her. I shift in my seat.

"I'm wasting time here, either speak up or I'm leaving," I state to which she looks at me in utter shock. "I'm waiting for you to ask questions isn't this what you wanted?" she cocks her eyebrow in a teasing matter making my blood boil.

"So it took you about almost 3 years to say that, and my near-death experience thanks to you? Why now? Why after all this time you suddenly have the balls to face me front one on one?" I yell now leaning forward with both hands on the edge.

Her handcuff struggles to release reminding her she's still in them. She leans forward with a taunting smile only I and Mason know, "Patience Ella. Patience..." she leans back like her words have no effect on me. If she wants a reaction ill give her one.