𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

9- Wrathful Tension

Welcome to chapter 9 I hope you enjoy!
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I blink my eyes open and feel weight on top of me only to realize it's Irene. What the fuck happened? My head hurts so bad. I probably have withdrawal symptoms, I need to go smoke. I gently take Irene off me and lay her down, carefully not to wake her. I lay a blanket on top of her and I leave the room. I'm not even going to question why she was laying on me, I probably was drunk.

As I walk down the hall, I notice Spencer in the corner. "Where. Is. Irene?" Spencer glares at me. I frown, "Why should I answer you? You're not entitled to know anything."

"Don't act like you didn't do anything." Spencer clenched his jaw. "Do what?" I step up to him. I look at him. "You fucking punched me. And where the hell is she?? I'm not going to ask you again motherfucker!!" Spencer marches towards me. I feel my veins burn against my skin and I point my gun at him, Spencer surrenders himself a few steps back from me.

"Ok, so this is what we are not going to do. I suggest you back up because if you fucking touch me this bullet will go through your thick ass skull if you wish." I threatened Spencer. "And for the last time, you are not entitled to know shit about her. Why do you even care about her? You've done absolutely nothing to have a care in the world about her well-being." I mention again.

"So mind your fucking business, she's safe, nothing happened to her. Mr. Goody shoes." I say with irate. I lowered my gun and walk downstairs, leaving him speechless. Fucking idiot. He's such a pity for Irene.

I go into the kitchen and grab a lighter. I take out my cigarette from my pocket and light it. I inhale the cigarette then after a few seconds, I exhale the smoke from my mouth. "Son?" I hear my father's voice, I turn my head and see him standing beside me.

"What?" I look at him, "What happened yesterday with you? You seemed..off and why did you punch Spencer?" My father asks solicitously. "I'm fine i was probably drunk or something," I reassure. "And the reason for punching Spencer was because i was trying to instruct Irene on what to do and he came trying to take her. That move was completely irrelevant to that situation considering a shoot out is occurring and i didn't want her or him to get hurt." I justified myself.

"Understood." My father comprehends. "Cigarette?" My father asks. I pass my father a cigarette and I crush mine in the ashtray. "I'm going now. I should check on her." I say before starting to walk away. "Elliot. Sorry don't mean to keep bugging you but how long is she staying? I thought your favor with her is over." My father concerned, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Respectfully father but why do you care? And no, part of my favor with her is to let her stay here for as long as she needs." I Illuminate and continued making my way upstairs. Once I make it upstairs I open my office door to see an awakened Irene.

It is silent for a moment and then I finally speak, "Irene I'm sorry about my behavior yesterday if it was uncomfortable. I was drunk, apologies." I apologize. "It's fine it wasn't that bad." Irene smiles weakly. "You can stay there or go to your room. I'm going to be working at my desk if you want something." I go around my desk and sit down and start writing.

I watch Irene as she goes back to sleep, nodding. She must be tired. Understandable. I stop writing and place the paper inside a file. I look at Irene. What the hell Elliot? Why am I looking at her? The hell. I feel like I have the urge to kiss her forehead.

Elliot control yourself. We aren't even that close yet but if I'm being honest. Seeing her on my chest makes me feel so..I don't know. What even is this feeling?