Wicked Games

27 - Reid

Chapter Twenty-Seven | Reid

"Eliana!" Where the hell is she storming off to?! "Ellie!" Fuck me, she's fast.

"Fuck you, Reid!" I recoil back. Fuck me? What?! "I'm so fucking mad with you, you motherfucker!" She calls out, rushing up the stairs most likely toward her bedroom.

"Okay, well let's talk about it, baby. Why are you storming off?!" How can she be getting further and further away? "Fucking hell, can you slow down a bit?!" I pant just as she slips into her bedroom, slamming the door, and I hear the lock turn. I groan and rest my forehead against the cool wood.

"What's so special about Dax that you can listen to him and not me?" My face softens at the sound of her broken voice. "What did he do that I can't? You barely know him but the moment he tells you to take your medication you do it. But when I say to you — no, I beg you, you don't even try." Her voice becomes a whisper I barely hear the last part, but it doesn't stop me from feeling guilty.

This girl is the love of my life. She's been my everything for as long as I can remember, and I hate myself for making her feel that way.

"As shitty as it sounds, butterfly, sometimes you need to hear the truth from somebody else. I needed to hear some home truths that only someone like Dax could give me because he's not in our little bubble, Ellie. He sees things from the outside. He isn't blinded by love like we are." I say gently, silently praying that she'll unlock the door and let me inside.

"It still hurts that I'm not capable of being able to help you." I let out a soft sigh, having the urge to just hold her and reassure her that she does help me.

"You do help me, Ellie. You help the Reid who takes his medication and knows his surroundings. That man you were trying to help wasn't me, it was some other motherfucker." I try and reason with her.

"I know. What hurt even more is how you tried to blackmail me so you would take your pills. Forcing me to say those words I'm not ready to say." I wince at the memory and mentally kick myself.

Suddenly, the door flies open and a hand grabs onto my collar and yanks me in the room. All the breath leaves my body when Eliana forcefully shoves me up against the wall and presses her forearm against my throat.

"Why'd you put me as next in line?" She hisses, the softness gone from her face, replaced by stone cold anger. I think I just got whiplash. She presses her forearm harder against my windpipe, and I grit my teeth. "I didn't give you permission to do that, Reid." Eventually, she releases her hold on me, and I stare down at her with stern eyes.

"None of my other family were even willing to take King's place, it was just me. You were the only person I had in mind, and I'm sorry I didn't ask you, but I wasn't in the right state of mind. I can take it back." I rasp, grabbing a piece of her hair and twirling the already curly strand around my finger. "I'm sorry." I apologise again and her body relaxes.

"Who would you put?" She questions and I shrug my shoulders. I have no idea whose name I would put down. I don't have many applicants. "Leave my name because I won't need to take over anyway. You're not going to die anytime soon, are you?" She raises a brow, and places both of her hands on my chest, rubbing it soothingly.

"I'll try not to."

Eliana frowns. "That's not a good enough answer for me, Reid. Are you going to die anytime soon?"

I shake my head. "No, baby."

She smiles and pats my chest. "Good." Her eyes move up to my face and she winces, reaching up to stroke my cheek gently. "I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."