Eternally bound to her trap

Chapter 30

"Welcome Mr Edward. I'll lead the way.", a secretary welcomed him as she led the way to the room.

"Thank you we'll take it from here.", Edward stated. "Is everything okay, Aella? You seem worried.", Edward asked me in a concerned tone.

"I don't need you to check up on me.", I stated in a cold tone as I brushed past him and placed my hand on the door handle hesitantly.

(Am I sure that I want to do this? But I'm so close...to finding out who I am, what's going on. Was that me in the picture? But Blaze....No. Forget him Scar, He never really saw you, he saw Aella. He didn't care for you not once. It's time for you to look out for yourself. You always did, you still can.), I was at war with my mind.

Screw it.

I put my back straight and held my head high as I opened the door.

"Welcome! My name is Vincent Ember.", a handsome and well-groomed man greeted me with a firm handshake and a deep voice. He seemed quite familiar.

I nod, making room for Edward to walk in. The man Vincent led us to a meeting room with Edward and him exchanging menial conversations. I looked at the walls and there were paintings of the same child that looked identical to me when I was small. Vincent held the glass door open for us as we walked in. I was about to walk in until he had a firm grip on my hand not too strong but perfect enough to gain my attention and stopped to look at him.

"What?", I asked as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Once you walk into that room...there's no turning back. Are you sure you walk to go?", Vincent asked.

"What the hell are you talking about?", I whispered.

Vincent snapped his fingers, I looked at the people but they froze as well. That's when I realized... he stopped time.

"You...you did that!", I exclaimed.

"Yes, and I need you to listen to me. You can still leave, and have the life that you want! Get out of here!", he exclaimed.

"I don't understand what you are talking about!", I yelled as I pulled my arm out of his grip, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

"Scar...I've seen the way you looked at the pictures on the wall. That's you!", Vincent exclaimed.

My heart dropped to the floor as I stared at him in horror.

"You're scared...aren't you?", Vincent asked as he cocked his head to the side. "Do you recognize me by any chance?", he asked.

I kept quiet and squinted my eyes as I looked at him. I gasped as I began to remember him, his touch against my skin and the feel of his lips.

"Oh my gosh...", I muttered softly. "Vincent...from high school?", I asked hoping I was wrong.

"Yes!", he exclaimed as looked at me like a happy puppy.

I gritted my teeth and punched his face causing his face to sweep to the other side.

"How could you just abandon me after you took my first kiss? And you have the nerve to tell me what to do?!", I yelled at him.

"Look, look. I'm so sorry please forgive me.", Vincent apologised with his hands clasped together begging.

"Why did you leave?", I asked with one hand on my hip and and the other pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Remember when I told you that my dad was a businessman?"

"Yeah, what about it?", I asked.

"He ran the American mafia, the day... we kissed...that was my eighteenth birthday. It's tradition to become the next leader of the mafia. My dad...he didn't approve of you because you were an orphan.", he replied.