Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Broken Shards

»»-----¤-----««Estelle's Pov»»-----¤-----««

I cannot believe this.

The car ride is unbearable, the silence deafening. Uncomfortable doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. We drive to her penthouse and once we're inside she points at the couch without a word and I sit on the couch like an obedient puppy, scared that she might literally throw me over the ledge of her terrace. She's standing there, pouring herself a goddamn drink as if she wasn't just moments away from throwing me off the bridge and kill me. Rage boils up inside of me at the sight of her casual indifference. How can she be so heartless and recklessly ignore that she nearly killed me!? My heart is pounding as I sit here, frozen in fear. It's like I'm in a horror movie and a psychopathic maniac has me trapped inside this apartment.

"So," she suddenly speaks up and I snap my head in her direction, watching as she nonchalantly sits across from me on the single-person couch. "Speak Sparky." Her authoritive voice sends a shiver down my spine and I feel like I could break into tears at any moment. My heart races as she speaks, fear paralyzing me in place.

I stammer, "I.. I just wanted to look up some information about you. Just out of curiosity, nothing more."

Her eyes never leave mine, almost like invisible shackles keeping me seated here on the couch. I can feel her gaze burning into me, sending a chill down my spine that none of my movements can shake off. There's a power in her stare that commands my attention and holds me in place.

"You expect me to buy that?" She scoffs, taking a sip of her drink with an air of disdain.

"I'm telling you the truth!" I yell, standing up and towering over her. "You're fucking insane, you know that!?" I huff. "So you nearly murdered me for the heinous crime of googling your name? Excuse me, but have you lost your mind?!" I growl. My emotions are a chaotic jumble, my body trembling with fear like a chihuahua. I'm terrified, unable to stop the scream that escapes my lips despite the knowledge that she could kill me in an instant without hesitation.

"Hm." She hums nonchalantly as she takes another sip of her drink and I SNAP.

"At least try to be a goddamn fucking human being!" I scream, my rage boiling over. Before I know it, I have slapped her glass out of her hands, watching in fury as it shatters onto the floor. I scream and yell but all she's giving me is a calm unfazed look.

"Sparky, that was Isabella's Islay Whiskey," she states calmly. "That's nearly six million dollars you just knocked out of my hands." The deadpan tone of her voice only serves to infuriate me further.

"Oh, so that's your biggest concern at the moment, huh? Not the fact that you almost sent me straight over the bridge!" I exclaim sarcastically, rage and adrenaline flooding my veins.

"Sparky."

"No, no you're so right Fedorov." I cut her off and throw my purse on the floor as I backtrack towards her liquor cabinet. "Because this," I point at her cabinet. "Is so much more important than a human life isn't it?" I sneer.

"Sparky, don't you dare—"

My eyebrow twitches and I open the cabinet before I start smashing every bottle one by one.

"Oh, absolutely!" I bellow, hurling a bottle her way. She barely manages to dodge it in time as it smashes against the wall.

"Fuck sake Sparky stop that!"

"Ah, I remember now! How could I have forgotten? My life is worth nothing to you, isn't that right Fedorov!?" I snarl and hurl another two bottles viciously to the ground. The formerly polished floor is now littered with shattered glass and spilled liquor. My rage has me seeing red and all I want to do is punch her in the face.