𝐃𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐕𝐮

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐚 | 𝟏𝟒

5 hours go past and Xavier hasn't returned home. I deeply regret what I had said about his mum, angry words slipped out of my mouth and that would be a shit excuse for explaining why I had said what  I said.

I could't go sleep since he walked out. I messed up and I know he wont let that slid. I crawl in a ball as I overthink about what had happened.

Tear roll down my cheek. "I'm sorry." I whisper to myself. If that was Jamila I'd be coughing out blood right now. I missed being in Jordan so he's taking me, but now that was the last place I wanted to be.

I didn't know why I was crying, Jamila's belt wasn't anything new. The feeling of fear was normalised over the years, waking up not knowing what would happen or who would hurt me.

Getting out of his bed, I head to his bathroom washing my face with warm water. Yesterday I bought so many clothes for when I visit my sister.

All I had to do is stuff them all in a suitcase along with some essentials. Tapping into my mental notes, I throw in my toothbrush, comb, skin care and other things.
After packing my bag, I hear a knock on my door. It was only 6am who would be here now?

A worker opens the door and in comes Ajax and his cousin Armard.

"We came to drop you off belle." Ajax said with a half smile. Armard looks down at me with his hard stone grey eyes.
Nothing but pure darkness.
dark hair.
dark eyes.
dark soul.

Armard was like the grime reaper, he was death; capturing peoples souls with one look.

"Where is Xavier?" I ask him while some workers bring my bags down. We walk out the house walking to a black SUV.

Ajax looks at Armard who tells me, "He's already there waiting. hurry up." He gets in the car before me and gets out his phone.

The whole journey was quiet. I sat between the boys in the middle seat all squashed while their legs took up all the space.

I lean forward and ask the driver, "Can I put music on?" He nods and I connect my phone to the car.

The first song on my playlist is Meddle about by ChaseAtlantic and I don't waste a second pressing on it.

A huge smile grows on my face as the beats vibrate under my seat. From humming, I sing with all my lung. "WE ONLY MET EACH OTHER JUST THE OTHER DAY." Ajax shakes his head smiling while Armard watches me move side to side fisting my hand as a micophone. ""I'D TAKE YOU BACK TO MY HOUSE SO WE CAN MEDDLE ABOUTTT."

Ajax soon joins in with me as we both insist on Armard to sing. He ignores us the whole time as his eyes are glued to his phone.

Within the next hour, we make it to an airport with only five private jets.

I get down and walk to the plane where a pilot and flight attendant was standing while the boys got my suitcases.

The sun was shining down on us bright and early in the morning. I inhale the fresh air excited to fly on a plane.

The boys pass my bag to the flight attendants and stand infront of me. "If he say's anything stupid ignore him. He's just having a rough day I guess" Ajax said patting my shoulder. Guilt stirs in my stomach thinking how bad he could be.

I look down at my feet and say, "It's my fault. I accidentally mentioned his mum being dead and instead of taking it out on me he left." I felt so shitty afterwards, in fact I would've allowed him to hit me instead of walking out sensibly.

Armard's eyes pierce into mine, his straight, narrow body made me shrink. "Don't be a pussy. He won't do shit. Dickhead has morals and ethics." He says before heading back to the SUV.