Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Tea & Comfort

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I sink into the soft confinement of Lea's couch. My hands are still visibly trembling as Lea brings me a cup of tea.

"Alright, now tell me what the hell you were doing outside this late alone?" Lea asks firmly, it genuinely feels like I’m getting scolded by my mother.

I let out a deep sigh. Taking a sip of my tea, I start to recount the entire evening from the moment I left the beauty store until Lea found me standing outside of that cafe.

“So, do you remember when you walked in on me and Fedorov in my apartment that one time?” I ask.

“Yes, it was a rather strange scene.”

“Well, when I was at the beauty store today I ran into my sister. We talked, got to my place and we just caught up with each other.” I sigh, tilting my head slightly and feeling my hair slip down my shoulders.

“Me and Fedorov had some kind of deal.”

Lea squints her eyes at me and I can feel her judgement washing over me.

“But it wasn’t that bad. Anyways, it became bad when I wanted to know more about her and where she came from." I explain.

“I googled her name in hopes to see where she came from but I couldn’t find anything. Then, when I confronted her about it she was being evasive and then we come to the part where I smashed her Bentley.”

Lea looks at me, a mix of shock and understanding on her face. "Okay," she says hesitantly, "what happened next?"

I let her know everything that led up to this situation.

“Fedorov picked me up and confronted me about why I was so insistent on finding information about her. She acted like I did something completely unacceptable and paranoid, being the mentally insane cunt she is and she ended up nearly throwing me off the bridge if I didn’t tell her why I googled her.” I take another sip from my tea and look up at Lea.

“Wait hold on, she did what!?” Lea cuts me off, shock ringing through her voice as it suddenly increases in pitch.

“Is she mental!?” Her voice rises in pitch, her disbelief and anger palpable. I shoot a pained smile in her direction before continuing on with my story.

“I felt a mix of fear and confusion and was dragged up to her penthouse. She wanted to talk, but I couldn't contain my emotions when she seemed so apathetic about the fact that she nearly killed me. It was complicated, to say the least.”

Lea chimes in, her voice dripping with sass. "Obviously."

“So, in a fit of rage, I saw red and slapped the whiskey right out of her hand. It must have been really expensive; she said it cost like, six million dollars. After that, I lost control and started yanking bottles from her liquor cabinet and hurling them to the ground, smashing them into tiny pieces some even throwing at her head.” Lea stares at me in disbelief. I can tell she wants to say something, but she doesn’t know how to respond.

“What happened after that?” She finally says. I take a deep breath, remembering the intense fear I felt at the time and I sigh.

“I desperately wanted to get out of there. I told her the deal was off but she wouldn’t budge. Finally, I was able to pull myself away and made a run for it. That’s when I called you.” I end my story and lean back into the comforting embrace of her couch. Lea looks at me sympathetically and nods.

"That must have been terrifying for you," she says soothingly, rubbing my arm in a calming gesture. I can feel her genuine concern and it brings tears to my eyes.