𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

61

A/N:
I have mid terms soon ugh but i'll still be trying to update more frequently now. This past week i was in a rut and was uninspired, which is why this chapter is so late. Anyway, I hope you're having a great day!

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HOW COULD SHE RECOGNIZE ME? The question was heating in my mind. The last time I had seen her was at her masquerade party in her mansion, whereupon I had taken the liberty to adorn an embellished mask that hid half of my face to leave me even imperceptible to Colson himself.

Was this the difference between men and women? Where the former trusted themselves more than what they could see, while the latter only relied on what they saw?

I watched her dark red lips thin out as her anthracite eyes burned with hatred before she approached the elevator and the gleaming doors slid close after she pressed on the buttons.

She didn't look at me at her ascend, and with my heart weighing like lead, I silently climbed the stairs once the elevator carrying her left.

I didn't know where she was going. Where would she host herself? In one of the many guestrooms on the lower floors, or would she go straight to the topmost floor where Colson's bedroom and Connor's rooms were?

Shutting my mind out of her thoughts forcibly, I made my way to the topmost floor to Connor's room. I should've joined Bianca in the kitchens, I knew that. I had been helping her before Megan Fox arrived, was I not?

Yet the celebrity's arrival scattered the patterns of my psyche and I needed my son's form close to me to ground myself-to get me thinking straight, to collect myself.

Connor was racing a remote control car, talking to himself as though he was a radio commentator commenting on the progress of a race car on the brink of winning a race.

He was sitting cross legged on the emerald colored carpet in the middle of the room, and I joined him.

"Look how fast it can go mama," He muttered, his attention fixed on the car racing about the room.

It was about the size of his leg, a giant toy car that looked like anything but with a flashing silver skin and large wheels.

"So fast," I whispered, putting a hand on his cheek and placing a kiss in his hair.

Downstairs, I heard laughter echoing. The familiar voice of Bianca gelled in with Megan Fox's own. They were conversing like close familiars, making Bianca's earlier comments about Megan Fox's cryptic routines and the housekeeper's own views on them null and void.

I thought briefly if I should go and join them. Why should I hide? I had done nothing wrong. Colson wanted to be with me, that was why he had broken up with Megan Fox. Why should I feel ashamed that she was here? Why should I feel cornered?

But in truth, her showing up unannounced had somehow made me shrink five sizes too small. I suddenly felt small-like a culprit who had nothing but guilt churning inside them.

I held onto Connor, not leaving his side and hoping that Colson showed up and saved me a wrenching interaction with his ex-fiancé. But time was never my friend.

I heard heels clicking in the hallway outside after a while, and Megan Fox walked briskly into Connor's room, her hard eyes instantly spotting me.

Connor saw her, and for a moment, he faltered in his concentration on his racing car. It was as though the little boy had convinced himself that he would never be seeing the woman again, yet here she was.