His Worst Mistake

Brotherly love...

Troy walked up to Margot's study after he finished his discussion with the PR head. He had planned to present the issue before Margot and propose that they go out on a few dates to show the public that they have a good relationship. During those dates, Troy will try to make up with Margot. He would speak to her. 

*knock knock* 

Silence...

Troy stepped back and knocked again, this time he heard footsteps approach the door. 

Troy thought Lady Bree would step out as soon as the door opened but he came face to face with Margot. 

Margot just stared at him and he felt very uncomfortable. All the words he had planned to say suddenly disappeared. 

Troy cleared his throat. 

"H-hey... uhm...do you have a minute?"

Margot just stared at him. When she had not said anything after a minute Troy continued to speak.

"I have word from PR and we need to urgently discuss the issue at hand." Troy told her calmly.

Margot was still quiet. It was like she had no intentions of letting him into her study... 

Troy realised she really had no intentions of letting him in and was waiting for him to continue the conversation at the door to her study.

"Margot I don't think this is a conversation we should have in the hallway."

Without responding, Margot retreated back into the study and shut the door on him.

Troy seeing her move back moved to reach out to her, but the door was shut on him. Right in his face.

"MARGOT!!!!" Troy screamed.

"MARGOT OPEN THIS DOOR!!!!" Troy banged his fists against the door. 

Margot sat on one of the arm chairs in the centre of her study. She leaned back against it and closed her eyes as she started to recall scenes from her wedding night. Troy banging against the door did not help. She flinched at his voice and at the sound of his fists against the door. Margot wanted to leave...in any way. It had been two months since her wedding now and she still threw up due to feeling dirty. She felt disgusted with herself.  Adrian had asked her if she was okay and she had repeatedly told him she was fine. She refused to speak with the girls. She felt talking to her friends, she would spill everything. She did not want people close to her knowing how dirty she was now. Margot did not want to be a burden.

Margot looked at the envelope knife on her desk and reached for it. Margot relieved her emotions the way she knew best. Soon Margot was numb. Margot put her knees up to her chest and curled herself into the sofa. She blocked out the sounds around her. She could no longer hear Troy now. Margot had slipped out of consciousness. 

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Margot opened her eyes to her bedroom ceiling. Her head hurt and her wrist stung. She blinked several times in a bid to regain herself. Soon Margot realised she was in her bed... in THAT bed. Margot quickly sat up and fled her bed. As Margot got up, she landed on the ground and felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand. 

*THUD*

Margot winced. Looking at the back of her hand, Margot saw bleeding. She looked up and saw a syring hanging from a drip bag. Margot figured she had been put on some sort of drip. 

'No ... no ... no. Who found me... No'

Margot was now frantically looking around. Trying to gather herself and preparing to run.