No More Good Girl | 18+

Chapter 2 - Wrath

"Kirill! Kirill! No! Kirill!" Mia yelled as she saw her beloved lose consciousness and fall to the ground. Her fragile figure struggled to roll him over and as she did, she saw his eyes were closed and he was lifeless.

"No! Kirill! Baby! No! Wake up! Please...wake up!" She yelled right at him while tears burst like rainfall down her cheeks. She grabbed his face and fell onto his chest, her white dress staining with his blood as she sobbed uncontrollably.

A group of men had ran up to them and one of them took Kirill's pulse as Mia yelled and sobbed on her knees in front of Kirill.

"No, no, no, no, Kirill, baby...please...please, I love you so much...I love you so much! Please wake up! No...Please wake up...I love you...Kirill, I love you!" Mia pleaded through her tears as she held his face and kissed his lips.

At this point, a whole crowd of onlookers had gathered around them, with someone trying to help her up and others checking Kirill. From out of nowhere, paramedics were rushing down to see them.

A world of terror and confusion enveloped Mia. She saw paramedics trying to resuscitate him but giving up rather quickly. Someone was holding her by her waist and arms but she had no idea who. She freed herself and ran up to the medical staff and yelled at them to keep going and keep trying to save him. Through her grief, she wasn't able to understand what they were telling her, she could only focus on Kirill lying there on the grass, their joyous day turning into the biggest tragedy of her lifetime.

What felt like an eternity later, Mia sat at the police station in her white wedding gown stained with blood, grass, and dirt. She stared at the wall in front of her with no expression on her face as the cop was filling out paperwork. Glancing at her now and again, he finally asked if she had any idea who could have done this.

Mia had nothing to respond. She had somehow filled out her statement and now was trying to figure out what to do next and what had just happened. Completely numb, she asked if she was needed for anything else and when the cop went on a rant about her responsibilities, she turned away from him and walked out.

Her friends Viv and Viky were waiting for her outside the police station both nervously pacing the sidewalk and Viv smoking a cigarette.

Neither one of them said anything when they saw her. They helped her into the car and Kirill's driver took them to Mia and Kirill's home.

"I'm fine by myself." Mia said sternly as the car pulled into their street.

"No. Man. No. That's not happening. I'm going with you." Viv protested.

"I said I'm fine." Mia spat back in anger. "I want to be alone. I'm fine. I won't kill myself before his funeral. Relax." She almost yelled. "Don't follow me." Mia instructed without looking at either one of her friends while slamming the car door.

She entered their apartment unsure of what to do next and stood there with the door open and looked around.

Everything was drenched in memories. His huge and luxurious penthouse that they shared for the last two years was filled with their time together.

They had decided to live here until they figured out where they wanted to go once married. Kirill wanted to make sure Mia loved where she lived and asked if she wanted to make any changes, he was game for anything, as he said. Besides bringing her own things and getting a few pieces of new furniture, she loved his place as it was.

Mia walked around slowly and looked about as if expecting to see him. She opened the balcony door and stepped out onto their huge patio overlooking New York and remembered her first moments here, when she woke up and saw him chatting on the phone on the patio. He loved spending time there and no matter the season, he always found a reason to step outside.

Rage brewing inside her, she rushed back inside the apartment and began taking off her dress. She angrily ripped it off herself and shimmied out. Half naked, she turned on all the lights and began crushing everything in sight having no clue what she was looking for.

She just wanted some sort of answer, some sort of understanding of what just happened. She threw all the pillows off the couches and arm chairs, opened all the drawers in sight and threw everything off the console and fireplace mantle.

She rushed into their bedroom and turned every drawer upside down and roughly sifted through everything that fell out, their clothes, jewelry, accessories. She walked into the huge walk in closet and began taking everything off the shelves, hangers, and island drawers.

Breathing heavily and beginning to cry again, she increased the force with which she was ripping clothes out of the closet.

Nothing was safe from her rage.

Yelling, she threw all her purses on the ground and then came her shoes and scarves. Standing in a mountain of the contents of their large closet, she rushed out and ran into Kirill's office.

As always, his desk was neat and clean. She turned the lights on and began rummaging behind his desk on the bookshelf. She felt like here must be an answer to his death and she hungrily grabbed at all his photos.

A few were of them together enjoying private moments at his villa in the Bahamas or at home. One picture was from Russia, another picture of him and his friends. Lastly, there was a hand drawn picture of what Mia knew was his mom.

Not finding anything of interest, Mia turned around to his desk and approached it to carefully look at what was on there. She tried the drawers, but they were all locked.

She felt instantly more upset and annoyed, why were they locked? Why did he feel the need to lock his desk drawers, had she ever given him any reason not to trust her? She pulled and pulled but they didn't budge a millimeter.

Exhausted and in pain, she slammed her fists on his desk and screamed. She pushed his chair out of the way and pushed off everything that was on the desk. The lamp smashing against the floor startled Mia and she stopped, breathing heavily and descending into tears.

She sobbed and cried loudly while sitting on her knees as her pain and anger, disappointment and grief had taken over her body. She laid down on the floor, beside a picture of them two, the frame broken from the impact.

As she cried, she saw the photo of their happy faces, him hugging her from behind and her looking up to give him a kiss. A life that seemed had never happened, Mia picked up the broken frame and instantaneously cut herself on the broken glass. She threw the frame down in anger where it smashed further into pieces but something caught her eyes.

Haphazardly wiping her tears, she saw that there was something written on the back of the photo. Hurriedly picking it up she saw that there was a date written there, today's date, the date of their wedding.

Furrowing her eyebrows she stared at the date and then the photo. What a strange coincidence, she thought. Why did he have this written down, was he afraid he was going to forget the date? Why did they pick this date? She tried to think back to a year ago and how they were deciding when to get married - he proposed this date.

She thought it was odd and with her bleeding thumb she started picking up other frames and roughly taking the photos out. Nothing, no other photos had anything written on the back or inside the frames. She leaned against the desk, hung her head and sighed.

She was exhausted and emotionally broken. This was no sign, this was just him writing down their wedding date, nothing strange in that. She looked around the quiet room and assessed the destruction.

Taking the photo with her, she turned the lights off and walked to the couch and haphazardly fixing the pillows, she laid down and looked at the ceiling.

The realization of what just happened washed over her again and she began crying again, descending into grief,  tears rolling down her cheeks until she fell asleep. She didn't hear the front door unlock.

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