A Match Made in Hell

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"Where the fuck is he?" I aggressively slam the door behind myself, George immediately runs to me in a panic.

"Your office room." He says, out of breath as he trials behind me. "He showed up out of nowhere, clay and I were sleeping when they were knocking on every door like maniacs."

I immediately turn to the other side, rushing to the office room as he follows, Noah also following close behind us.

I push the door open, it hits the wall and a loud thud is heard by everybody in the room as they all turn around.

Everybody turns to us, August's 4 bodyguards and august himself, our 10 bodyguards and my friends.

And dad.

I stare into his familiar dark green eyes, the eyes I wish I hadn't gotten. I wish I didn't look so much like him, it bothers me to know that I do, and everybody can notice the similarities.

"Nicholas," he smirks, taking a step towards me.

I hold up two fingers in the air, and all guns were suddenly pointed at him. He stops in his place cautiously, putting both hands up in the air.

"What's all this for? This is my son!" He says to the bodyguards, like he's their boss. Turning back to me, he sees my hand up and rolls his eyes at me

"Come on, nick—"

"Get the fuck out of here." I tell him without saying anything else, trying my best to stay calm but I'm about to lose my shit and beat the soul out of this guy.

"What's this fucking attitude? What happened to you?" He laughs quietly. "I got you here, remember? I also am the reason you're rich and wealthy, why are you holding up 10 guns to my head, nick? I'm your dad, I fucking raised you."

"Just to send me away? Get the fuck out of here, I'm not going to repeat that I swear on my life I'll have soldiers pick you up and throw you out." I point my fingers in his place.

He looks around for a second, flicking his tongue before he turns to me and step forward once again, and I'm surprised I'm way taller than him.

"How about you get all these fuckers out?" He whispers. "Maybe we can chat and catch up, there is something you and I have to discuss."

George however seems to hear this, and immediately rushes to warn me. "You remember what happened the last time you did this, right?"

"He's my fucking dad, I don't really have a choice but to listen." I mumble back. "Get them all out of here, but stay by the door. Get their chipmunks out, too."

"Call me whenever you suspect anything at all." He pats my shoulder. "Out, everybody!" He holds the door open as they slowly step out one by one.

I look to august, expecting him to kick his own men out, too. "What?" He rolls his eyes at me in annoyance.

"Isn't there something you're forgetting?" I clear my throat. He points to the door as his three bodyguards step out, leaving me here with him and my dad.

He stares around the room, his footsteps making light noises against the wooden floor as he explores the decorations and studies the paintings on the wall.

"I don't have all fucking night, hurry up and tell me what you want so you can all get out." I demand, and he stays silent without saying anything.

"Straight to the point, Are we?" He shrugs, grinning. "I am your father, nicholas. You exist thanks to me, you have all this, thanks to me. You will learn how to respect me."

I grab him by the collar, pushing him to the wall aggressively.

August immediately reacts and holds a gun right to my head from the back, I can almost feel it scarring my scalp because of how roughly he's holding it.

"You don't deserve my respect." I whisper, shaking my head. "You are a stranger to me. Your wishes will not be granted here, nobody gives a fuck about you or cares about who you are. Tell me what you want so we can go our separate ways."

"I'll tell you what I fucking want." August forces me to turn to him as he pushes me to the wall by my shoulders. "I know you and your little boyfriend aren't on great terms right now, and I know exactly where he lives." He nods, making sure I understood.

"You're gonna pay me atleast 70 grand, or I swear to god, I will torture him until he's begging me for mercy." He looks deep into my eyes.

"I will fucking kill him if I don't get my money tomorrow." He spits angrily but quietly. "I will not hesitate, Armstrong. Blood doesn't make you family."

He lets go of me as I drop down onto the floor without holding myself up, like a needle just went right through my heart.

My dad suddenly gets down next to me, staring down at me with a grin as he looks around before quietly whispering. "Another 70 grand for aiden. Trust me, i know damn well where he is."

"Dad, no—"

"It's too late for that." He pats me on the shoulder. "Tomorrow, or they'll both probably be dead unless we decide we want to have some more fun."

A tear rolls down my cheek as he gets up, slapping dust away from his lap.

I get up, running away to my room before they walk out.

George runs after me, but somebody holds him back, and I'm grateful for whoever that person was who held him back.

I stumble to down the halls with tears blurring my vision, my head spinning like I have been running around in circles for an hour.

I clumsily unlock the door, it almost takes me five minutes to do that because of the struggle.

I shut the door aggressively behind me, dropping down to my knees on the floor, as I gasp for air, immediately throwing my coat aside to the other side of the room.

I run to the bathroom, crawling to the counter in a rush as I look through it messily, my head starting to give me more trouble each second that passes by.

I find a bottle of pills, taking three out on accident due to my shaky hand but drop two of them to the floor, downing the other in a hurry.

I don't usually take pills, not unless they're too necessary. I take them when I struggle to breathe, or when I have too many unnecessary headaches in one day.

I shuffle through the counter again, the pills surprisingly not helping at all, even after a few minutes. They just seem to make it all hurt even more than it used to.

I unbutton my shirt lazily, my shaky hands slipping and messing up a million times as I do that.

Once I finally manage to take it off and throw it aside, I lean my bare back against the cold tile walls, it sends shivers down my spine.

I pull out a razor from the tiny bag, not even stopping or thinking for a second when I quickly drag it upwards from my forearm up to my wrist, doing the complete opposite of what I usually do.

It helps me calm down a little bit, my breathing getting a little bit steadier and my heartbeat seeming to calm down a little bit.

I thought I would stop after I saw Karl again but hell, this just fucked shit up even more.

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Short chapter new one will be more... meh?