Where Iris Bloom

Ch 11. Glossy

A/N: trigger warning. Chapter with angst.

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Third person's POV

"I want him fired." Kim's vicious eyes stared at her sister with unfathomable emptiness. Her facial expression seems so blank that anyone who dared to look at her would cower in fear.

The most kind woman in her empire now wears an unreadable and cold exterior that everyone is avoiding at all cost. One little mistake and it'll be the last day of their job. The hostile atmosphere surfaced when one tragic accident took every bit of kindness she has in her being.

She disappeared on the surface of the earth after the tragedy. Hiding herself in seclusion, she seldom go outside and refuse to talk to anyone. Kim basically lived out of rations of her sister who patiently leaves food in front of her door that sometimes goes untouched for days.

She shunned everyone out of her life and Genevieve was left on her own to manage the business all alone. For months, nobody has heard from her nor see her. She wallowed on loneliness and blamed herself for everything that has happened.

Every night, she would sit on the cold floor on the same spot beside a bottle of liquor while watching the world go round. The overlooking lights on the tall building surrounding her never reached even the slightest glimmer in her eyes. It was all stark and there it was, the gaping hole on her chest bringing excruciating pain that she didn't know how to get rid off.

Living in an almost empty penthouse just to run away from every memory she had with her was such a dire attempt to escape. There were no nights that she hasn't drown herself drunk just to fall asleep. Her tear stricken face that she wore all day has become her new normal. She didn't even dare to look at herself in the mirror because if she did, she'll see the sole person to blame for all of what happened and she would never have the courage to stop crying her heart out.

She's so trapped on the thought of  "could've been" that she slowly sunk into despair and misery. Every night would be same old shit and every sunrise would be another agonizing day to get over with.

She was literally surviving and barely living.

There were instances that she's totally knocked out on a broad day light and her body reeks of alcohol but she could care less. She'd go for days without eating anything and would wind up ass drunk. That became her retrospect for the longest time.

It all ended when her sister barged in after months of not seeing her and found the latter unconscious in the middle of her own vomit.

She was rushed to the hospital as she was severely dehydrated and on the border of becoming malnourished. Kim was unconscious for couple of days and doctors had to clean her system to flush the alcohol. If Genevieve would've been there on time, her sister has already succumbed to alcohol poisoning.

She woke up seething with anger towards her sister.

"You should've left me there dying, I would much appreciate that than waking up on a hospital bed." Upon delivering those words, there was a loud sound when Genevieve's palm collided with Kim's cheek.

Kim on the other hand didn't even flinch and just hung her head low. She knew by then that she has struck a nerve but she was too weak to notice someone's pain but only hers.

"I know you are grieving and I understand you have your own way of coping but fuck you, Kim. You shunned us all and we let you be only to find you on the floor in the middle of your own fucking vomit, unconscious and God only knows if  you're even alive. Every thing that you're doing?" Genevieve paused contemplating if she should say it but went through anyways. "It won't bring her back!"