Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Aftermath

»»-----¤-----««Mallory's Pov»»-----¤-----««

Fuck sake, I need to get a grip.

I throw back my drink as the music from the club fills my ears and vibrations travel through my body. I never could have imagined myself stooping so low, letting down my guard for a woman of all things. I never do that, I just fuck and get over it. I watch Sparky closely as she walks around, my heart filled with envy and loathing when I see other eyes do the exact same as mine. I need to know her every move, who she's with and where she's headed. Even when we're not in the same room together, my eyes follow her wherever she goes. Again, I need to get a grip.

I lean back into the comfortable couch of the booth, enjoying the rest of my night in the company of other girls. Looking around I realize Sparky is nowhere to be seen. I stand up from my booth, brushing off my suit and heading for the exit.

It's time to call it a night. I can't take any more of these imbeciles without wanting to snap some necks and I can't wait to get away from them.

As I walk to the parking space where I left my car, I look up and see the absolute wreck it is in. I can see the word 'CUNT' carved deep into my car's side, my windshield smeared with red lipstick.

"Charming." I shake my head in disbelief, taking in the sight before me. Someone had obviously gone to great lengths to vandalize my car. But I can't help but let out an amused chuckle when I see what was written on the windshield. 'Suck my clit.' As I read the words and sense the aggression between them, I can't help but be amused knowing exactly who the culprit is. 

"Cute, and they say romance is dead." A low condescending laugh escapes me as I take my phone out of my pocket to call Bethany. "Bethany," I say firmly when she picks up, an amused tone in my voice. "Looks like somebody didn't like my car too much."

"Boss do I need to sent a driver?"

"No Bethany, I'm gonna walk all the way over to my place." I sneer in sarcasm.

"Got it boss, I'll send someone right away!" Her cheery and gleeful attitude is like a nail on a board. But then again, she's useful and the only one I didn't want to put a bullet through immediately for simply breathing too loud. As soon as my ride arrives, I get to my penthouse and am immediately embraced by the stillness.

Bliss.

I think to myself and kick off my heels, watching as they make a graceful arc across the room resulting in a 'thud' sharp sound of impact. Hunched over slightly I stroll towards my liquor cabinet to snatch out another bottle. The alcohol at the Pink Rose didn't do it for me. Placing the bottle on the counter, I pour a glass and make my way towards the bedroom to take off my suit jacket.

She's really trying her best to be a thorn in my side isn't she?

I groan and sit on the edge of my bed, holding a glass of whiskey in my hand. I take slow sips fixing a blank stare straight ahead with my half-lidded eyes.

"Annoying." I take another sip and let out a deep sigh standing back up with a groan. My feet carry me to my small study room next to the bedroom.

Why can't I get her out of my fucking head. She's annoying, She's loud, She's like an angry chihuahua yapping and barking in my ears while running circles.

I take another sip from my glass before putting it down firmly on my desk.

Now the car thing I must admit, didn't think she had the balls to do that. But then again, Sparky proved me time and time again that she has no limit when it comes to impulsive behavior. 

I feel uneasy, I keep pacing back and forth like a madman. 

"She keeps coming back to the same old shit, the same old questions, not moving fucking forward at all." I growl under my breath when I come to a halt standing in the middle of my study. "She's just like you old Идиоты!" I exclaim snapping my head towards two urns on my shelf.   Translation (Идиоты : idiots in Russian)

"Always boasting of how your ideas are revolutionary and blabbering about the past, trying to change things that are done. Spouting ideas like moron's but never actually doing shit!" I fix my piercing gaze to the two urns while I approach them. "I did the world a fucking favor when I got rid of you two." I hiss hostilely. 

"People love to talk, talk, talk, about what they want and what they dream of but never do the fucking action that's needed to achieve it." Glaring at the urns I squint. "That's the goddamn difference between me and you two. I get my shit done, one way or the other and I'll make sure we get that progress done!" I huff.

"You're all scared of stepping on some damn toes to get what you want, but then I'm the bad guy for doing what none of you pathetic excuse of  human beings had the guts to do!" In a fit of rage, I snatch up the glass I had been sipping from earlier and hurl it against the wall in a blinding flash of speed and fury. The glass shatters into a million pieces, scattering across the floor in an eruption of noise. I turn my attention back to the urns on the shelf and exhale deeply.

"You two were shitty fucking parents and it's euphoric for me, waking up every day to mock you two even after death. I should have made your deaths far more painful than they were. You both deserved to suffer so much more, even after death. If I could I'd make sure you two didn't have any rest in hell either." My tone shifts to one of eerie calmness almost instantly. My heart rate and blood pressure rise from my outburst and I turn away from the shelf, walking back towards the kitchen not even bothering to clean the glass up.

I'll get Bethany to do it tomorrow, fuck it.

"I accomplished everything I needed to without relying on 'love and affection' as a crutch. People are pathetic." Getting into the kitchen I snatch the bottle from the counter that I'd left there earlier ,and walk towards the couch sitting down leaning back in it. Silence washes over me once more, the only sound being my heavy breathing from my outburst. I can feel my heart racing and my body trembling slightly. The air around me feels thick and oppressive, yet somehow reassuring in its stillness. I am alone with my thoughts, surrounded by an eerie silence that both comforts and unnerves me.

I'm jolted back to the present, as out of nowhere my mind replays last night. I can feel the warmth in my stomach, that heavy and nauseating sensation after I drifted off to sleep with her.

Nearly let my guard down, can't happen again.

I chug aggressively from the bottle in my hand, and I stare at the empty space that was once occupied by the container. "Wonderful." I sneer in annoyance leaning my head back on the ledge of the couch. My eyes wander longingly to my hand, remembering the feeling of last night when I held her soft curves close.

"Fucking, shit." laying down I place the empty bottle on the floor and stare at the ceiling."I don't need 'love and affection', it's not a necessity to get shit done."

But for the first time ever in my whole life, there's a hint of uncertainty in my words. 

Author's note

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