~ Belladonna flower ~
A gift of belladonna might interpreted as a warning or a symbol of death.
Rebecca Rose - A sweet and kind hearted girl, who tries her best to stay in the shadows. But what happens when her dark past starts to haunt her. With h...
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I grab my new whiskey bottle and drink it straight up. Not even bothering to pour myself a glass.
What happened that night was a mess. What I said and did was wrong and I regret it.
But when I saw that fucker smile after telling me he killed my family all I saw was red.
I wanted nothing more then to rip his head off. And, I took that all out on Rebecca. I know she didn't deserve what I said but I was angry.
Neither one of us has called or tired to reach out. I can't take back what I said, what's done is done.
I just need space to think, to figure this mess.
I slam my whiskey bottle down on my desk and lean my head back. I sigh loudly, what am I going to do.
I couldn't help but want and crave Rebecca. But at the same time I can't be with her without feeling guilty towards my family.
Every time I close my eyes I always see her, the way her face drop when I left her there alone. The guilt just keep expending, that exact memory, playing on repeat.
I can't get it out of my head.
My office door slams open only for it to bounce back hitting someone on head. Making them groan in pain.
"Fuck that hurt like bitch." Lucas's voice booms through the quiet room.
I lift my head up seeing Lucas walk into the room, wearing a normal office suit but he's decided to wear obnoxiously ugly sunglasses.
"Why the fuck are you wearing glasses that look like your dead grandma would approve of?"
"Jeez, someone's in a grumpy mood." He says closing the door behind him and walking to the seats in front of my desk like a drunk uncle at a wedding.
"Are you on drugs?" I said lifting an eyebrow.
"Yes. Wait no." He says plopping himself down. "I'm no, but I'm extremely high."
"Fuck sakes." I said picking up my whiskey bottle.
"Why are you drinking at 10am?"
"And, why are you high at 10am?" I said raising an eyebrow.
"Touché. But seriously what's wrong with you? You have been working all day for the past three days."
I sigh, I know I have to tell Lucas the story one way or another.
"Remember a while back, we kidnaped Henry Cromwell and he said Conner faked his death. And, he deleted all his connections to his family"
"Yeah, what about it?" Lucas says confused.
"When you told me Rebecca's file it said she didn't have a brother."
"I don't get it."
"Turns out Rebecca has a brother." I said drinking my whisky.
