New York's Angel

Part 33 - The Argument

Once in the apartment you ran up the stairs, a few silent sobs let out along the way. You took off your makeup and attempted to take off your dress, but in the end it wouldn't budge so you decided it was best to keep it on. You thought it would be best if you slept on the couch, so not as to make it all worse.

But as you were grabbing your pillows to go downstairs to the couch, a low, deep voice stopped you.

"What are you doing, Y/n?"

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Your eyes wandered everywhere around the place, except him. You couldn't face it. You couldn't face him.

The tension grew thick in the air, causing your breath to hitch. His brooding gaze locking onto your shaking figure. Shaking with frustration and confusion.

Your mouth opened to speak but failed on you as nothing came out. Fuck you brain. Great time to fail me. Walking over to the club silently, you set your pillows down and began gathering blankets making it ready for you to sleep on.

"I asked you a question, fluturas." His deep voice almost commanded.

(Little butterfly)

Ignoring him and continuing to prepare the couch with all might in you to hold back and not face him, you discarded of various cushions and laid a blanket across to make it more comfortable. This was the only way to distract yourself. You busied yourself with preparing and unnecessary fluffing of pillows to prolong what was bound to happen. The one thing you couldn't handle. Not again. It would bring back everything from before Sebastian. From back in England. You couldn't relive that again. It had already felt too much when you'd opened up to Sebastian about it. It was too painful.

Bit you knew it was needed. You had to go through that pain to be where you are and who you are today. Without it you wouldn't have made it. You would've quit the second your father had said those heartbreaking words no daughter ever wants to hear. You're what?! Almost 20 years old! You've been trying to make it for 7 years and still nothing! You're rubbish at it, that's what that should tell you!

But now wasn't the time to get hung over the past. Right now you had to continue to prolong what was about to happen. You weren't ready to snap. Not at him anyways.

Sebastian's pov:

"I asked you a question, fluturas" My voice deepening as I tried my best not to raise my voice.

I knew it wasn't her fault. I mean I couldn't blame her for trying to relax and have fun with Scarlett. But just seeing her that vulnerable, vulnerable enough that some dickhead thought he had a right to touch what is mine. He thought wrong.

It wasn't her fault. It was mine. I'd allowed myself to get lost in my own world and let her out of my sight, I couldn't see it. I couldn't stop it soon enough. And what if I hadn't even noticed? What if... what if that bastard had taken advantage of my angel. I was so stupid to not have been by her side. None of this wouldn't happened if I'd have just stopped her from being so reckless.

But now wasn't the time to be in my own world again. We all knew how that went last time. Now I had to focus on controlling my anger. Not fully towards her but also towards myself.

A sigh left my lips. She was ignoring me.

Not a peep came out of her as she hurried around the living room. The distant look in her eyes told me she was in thought. Obviously trying to avoid me.

"I won't ask again, you know." I growled. My patience was quickly going and I didn't know how long it would be until something I would deeply regret would happen.